anonymous like a pussy...
Nobody reads this fucking shit anyway, so I'm just going to spill. I've been on summer vacation for a couple of weeks now and oh, what a great frickin vacation it is. I'm interning at The Intersection, which is just about the coolest fucking place ever to just hang out and has a couple of the coolest people that I have met thus far in Grand Rapids. My boyfriend is being sorta lame. Last night we were hanging out and it was alright, even though he bitched because I wanted to take a tiny nap (as if I don't deserve one). His friends called and wanted to come over, which is cool with me. He started drinking too much and acting like a fool. He even drank my beer, which pissed me off. He promised he would replace it tonight, but there's no beer in sight. That makes me sad. We hung out awhile and watched Da Ali G Show, which I got him for his birthday. Some little poser punk bitch called our pad and called him babe and said shit like "come see me" in a sex kitten voice. When she called back, I answered and told her things not to be repeated. She apologized, as anyone who disrespects me should, but said we should both come hang out. My boyfriend insisted on going by himself and DID NOT want me to go, for some unknown reason, which he would not explain. I insisted on going and he reluctantly agreed. So I didn't kill the girl or anything. I was nice. Or at least as nice as I am capable of being surrounded by morons. When we got there and I saw the chick, I was like "Cha, you can have her." Ha! Dumb girls. Then we went to Morningstar 76, where he proceeded to ignore me for half hour and then acted jealous (he may or may not have been kidding) because I was sitting with his friend at a different table, and was keeping occupied without him. I'm just bitching really, and I know he will read this because he just asked me what I was doing and then snooped around my shit. I have something to say to you, though, boyfriend. Respect. I care about you but it fades so often because you're moody! You're oh-so moody and it takes its toll on all of the relationships/friendships that you are part of. The difference is that your friends can deal with you being cock to them, but I will not. Straighten up. Don't treat women like shit, especially one as fucking cool as me, yo. I don't need it. I don't want it. And I won't settle for it long. Help me out here. Change your mind. Deal with your issues, if you have any. But don't blame them on me or take your hostility out on me, an innocent bystander. I don't deserve that. And I'm a woman! I'm sensitive. Not terribly proud of it, but I damn well am. So take it easy on me. I kinda like you. Even though you admitted your lack of fondness for me. I'll ride it out for awhile more, I'm sure. Don't be pissed for me writing truth. It's my journal. And don't write comments that automatically negate what I have just said. They are my thoughts and they are real. Why would I make THAT shit up?