Brohdie..
Me and Brohdie just had this huge row. Ok I admit I shouldn't have carried it on, but he saw how much of a bad fucking morning I was having, so there was no need to keep calling me shitty. First let's start at the beginning.
So I get up at four, after having virtually no sleep (Insomnia does that to you, you know?). I lay in bed for four hours and then log onto soulseek, to relieve myself of another four hours of boredom while I wait to get on my train. My mum is in my ear constantly asking me questions and if there is one thing I cannot stand it is questions. Specially when I'm tired and grumpy. So that put me in a partial bad mood and then Josh calls me a nerd for being up so early and then Ezra calls me a mong and Ed calls me a dork. Some fucking friends. So then Brohdie starts talking all suicidal, and I'm like you can't be suicidal. He doesn't know that it's because I'd miss him too much. I don't like to admit my feelings. So yeah, then he says something about my bowels, so I joking have a go at him, and then he calls me shitty. So I get even more pissed off than I ALREADY am and he tells me to drop it.
I'm not one to drop an insult just like that. I know I trust Brohdie like a brother, but that doesn't make a difference. If he wants to have a pop at me, then fine, but he's gotta take it when I bite back.
So then after a whle, he blocks me, saying I've put a damper on his good mood. Oh. Joy. I expect he thinks I get some sort of kick out of being so pissed off, that I just _have_ to go out and piss everybody off. And ok that's partly true, I do love to argue. But oh well. He's all like, maybe I'll decide to unblock you late on in the evening. So yeah, I'm not going to speak to him for another week, for when the _later in the evening_ comes about, I won't actually be here. Oh and this is all on the basis I decide to unblock _him_.
Not fucking likely.
I just sent him an email telling as much. I hope he's not too obscured by his self-rightous head that he can get my sarcasm at the end.
So yeah, I'm off in about 2 hours, to go to Staffordshire for a week to go to some media summer school. I shall return with more swearing and more dysfunctional habits in a week.
Bye fuckers.
x
So I get up at four, after having virtually no sleep (Insomnia does that to you, you know?). I lay in bed for four hours and then log onto soulseek, to relieve myself of another four hours of boredom while I wait to get on my train. My mum is in my ear constantly asking me questions and if there is one thing I cannot stand it is questions. Specially when I'm tired and grumpy. So that put me in a partial bad mood and then Josh calls me a nerd for being up so early and then Ezra calls me a mong and Ed calls me a dork. Some fucking friends. So then Brohdie starts talking all suicidal, and I'm like you can't be suicidal. He doesn't know that it's because I'd miss him too much. I don't like to admit my feelings. So yeah, then he says something about my bowels, so I joking have a go at him, and then he calls me shitty. So I get even more pissed off than I ALREADY am and he tells me to drop it.
I'm not one to drop an insult just like that. I know I trust Brohdie like a brother, but that doesn't make a difference. If he wants to have a pop at me, then fine, but he's gotta take it when I bite back.
So then after a whle, he blocks me, saying I've put a damper on his good mood. Oh. Joy. I expect he thinks I get some sort of kick out of being so pissed off, that I just _have_ to go out and piss everybody off. And ok that's partly true, I do love to argue. But oh well. He's all like, maybe I'll decide to unblock you late on in the evening. So yeah, I'm not going to speak to him for another week, for when the _later in the evening_ comes about, I won't actually be here. Oh and this is all on the basis I decide to unblock _him_.
Not fucking likely.
I just sent him an email telling as much. I hope he's not too obscured by his self-rightous head that he can get my sarcasm at the end.
So yeah, I'm off in about 2 hours, to go to Staffordshire for a week to go to some media summer school. I shall return with more swearing and more dysfunctional habits in a week.
Bye fuckers.
x