fuck fuck shit shit guys
so....i had the most terrible stupid dumbshit goddamn mother fucking day yesterday. I wont get into too muich detail as the lot of you who read this will be wanting to kill the main person involved...and that is already being taken care of. ...
so it is supposed to be a harmless evening spent with a friend (whom by the way isnt a friend anymore) although he wouldnt tell me what we were doing. now this friend happens to be an ex boyfriend of mine...we dated about two years ago in grade twelve. so long story short, we went to dinner had uncomfterable conversation and way too much red wine. the cabby got lost getting us to our other destination, making us late for the first segment of the orchestra, so we sat in the lobby for a good twenty minutes and had...yes...more red wine. So we go to the usher to get us to our seats for the secome piece, she took too long and then said that we couldnt go in because the second piece was starting. so we sat in the lobby again, for about half an hour...and had more red wine. intermission comes and goes, more red wine comes and gets consumed...and we end up in the theatre for the last two segments. now that I am sitting and kinda comfy, i have had way way way way too much to drink ans i am starting to lose feeling in my legs and arms. so I try to move them and fail...now seeing that I cant move said appendages, my "escort" starts thinking...and then acting on said thoughts...so I start to notice his hands moving about my arms and sides, moving down to my legs and up to my chest. now I cant do fuck all about this because of my state of paralysis so I am thinking to myself "fuck fuck shit shit guys...i cant move, there are like four orchestras because i cant see, and i am getting taken advantage of by my ex....fuck fuck shit shit." so I finally get movage of my arms and force him away. This is by the end of the show now. standing ovation time. he pulls me up and lets go to start clappin....i still cant feel my legs....so i fall...smacking every chair in my way...now i have a huge ass bruise tailing my entire left side of my back and arm. so we leave and go wandering around downtown looking for a cab to get me home....it doesnt stop. he tries to get me to go home with him....when he fails with that he tries to get me to get a room with him at one of the hotels downtown....and doesnt stop at my saying no. so that drunken argument went on for a good hour when i finally called the cab myself and got home./..where he ahd the decency to walk me to the door....but loses said decendy when he tries to kiss me...and gives me his most prized necklace and tells me to wear it everyday. ok...so for one thing i am really not happy with him at the moment why the fuck does he think that i am going ot kiss him....for another thing i only wear one piece of jewellery everyday. Tyrel's ring. you know, my boyfriend whom i am completely heela over head for.
so now i have his necklace, horrible memories, a bruised back, a bad day because i was totally and completely hung over for work...and not one of those head hangovers, it was a gut hangover...the worst kind....and on red wine...also the worst kind of hangover...
fuck fuck shit shit guys
i hate you all
actually only him
i love the rest ofd you because you would never do that to me
thank you
and fuck him
asshole
so it is supposed to be a harmless evening spent with a friend (whom by the way isnt a friend anymore) although he wouldnt tell me what we were doing. now this friend happens to be an ex boyfriend of mine...we dated about two years ago in grade twelve. so long story short, we went to dinner had uncomfterable conversation and way too much red wine. the cabby got lost getting us to our other destination, making us late for the first segment of the orchestra, so we sat in the lobby for a good twenty minutes and had...yes...more red wine. So we go to the usher to get us to our seats for the secome piece, she took too long and then said that we couldnt go in because the second piece was starting. so we sat in the lobby again, for about half an hour...and had more red wine. intermission comes and goes, more red wine comes and gets consumed...and we end up in the theatre for the last two segments. now that I am sitting and kinda comfy, i have had way way way way too much to drink ans i am starting to lose feeling in my legs and arms. so I try to move them and fail...now seeing that I cant move said appendages, my "escort" starts thinking...and then acting on said thoughts...so I start to notice his hands moving about my arms and sides, moving down to my legs and up to my chest. now I cant do fuck all about this because of my state of paralysis so I am thinking to myself "fuck fuck shit shit guys...i cant move, there are like four orchestras because i cant see, and i am getting taken advantage of by my ex....fuck fuck shit shit." so I finally get movage of my arms and force him away. This is by the end of the show now. standing ovation time. he pulls me up and lets go to start clappin....i still cant feel my legs....so i fall...smacking every chair in my way...now i have a huge ass bruise tailing my entire left side of my back and arm. so we leave and go wandering around downtown looking for a cab to get me home....it doesnt stop. he tries to get me to go home with him....when he fails with that he tries to get me to get a room with him at one of the hotels downtown....and doesnt stop at my saying no. so that drunken argument went on for a good hour when i finally called the cab myself and got home./..where he ahd the decency to walk me to the door....but loses said decendy when he tries to kiss me...and gives me his most prized necklace and tells me to wear it everyday. ok...so for one thing i am really not happy with him at the moment why the fuck does he think that i am going ot kiss him....for another thing i only wear one piece of jewellery everyday. Tyrel's ring. you know, my boyfriend whom i am completely heela over head for.
so now i have his necklace, horrible memories, a bruised back, a bad day because i was totally and completely hung over for work...and not one of those head hangovers, it was a gut hangover...the worst kind....and on red wine...also the worst kind of hangover...
fuck fuck shit shit guys
i hate you all
actually only him
i love the rest ofd you because you would never do that to me
thank you
and fuck him
asshole