Supid fucking bitch
So i was all set to come on here and tell you all about the fanfuckingtastic last couple of days i've had, despite being fucking exhausted and hot and worn out and feeling kinda gross, and then i went to the afternoon delight party tonight my friend Julie (not my roommate) hosted.
Party was fine, great even; i got a couple.. well, they're actually nipple nibblers, but i'll use them as lip glosses:P and i won the "pop quiz" so i got a little sampler pack:) and people were generally having a good time, lots of laughs and really relaxed about the subject matter and all:)
But then i was reminded of why i don't particularly always like hanging out with Julie, esp. when she's drinking, and as the group gets smaller. She's one of those people who a) always figures she knows "the truth" about you, and it's her duty to tell you, and if you don't like it and get pissed, it's coz it's not something you wanted to hear, not coz it's not the truth, and b) figures not only does she know to what extent you've suffered or had tough stuff to deal with or how hard you work or whatever, but that if you haven't been through exactly what she has, you haven't really suffered at all, and any hardship you've had isn't really that hard.
Fuck you bitch. one, you don't know me as well as you think, and there's a reason for that- i don't trust you with my "tough shit," and you've yet to really give me reason to. two, believe me hun, i have "suffered" a lot of what you have, i jsut haven't told you, or pretty much anyone else about it. three, even if i hadn't had it "as tough", doesn't mean i'd've felt my pain and stress any less than you have. What the fuck is that, complaring pain? how do you measure something like that? you don't fucking know me and my feelings and what i've dealt with and how i've dealt with them, same as i don't really claim to know you and yours. i can empathize and know what you let me know, but i don;t claim to actually know definitive "truth" about you.
She also doesn't understand how i can actually *choose* not to have sex or drink at certain times or any of that (as opposed to just not having the opportunity). Nor does she get that not having "actual sex" doesn't mean i'm all that innocent. Fuck, compared to a lot of the people there (none of whom is also a virgin) i'm a fucking Libertine (and yes Ange, i do mean that specific word, in comparison). I'm actually really surprised she didn't explicitely say anything about it tonight, considering it was a sex (toy) party, but she did a good job without being verbal - sending semi-disapproving glances, ignoring what i was saying, etc.
Fuck, i'm jsut so fucking pissed right now. You want me to say you've fucking better than me coz you've had more sex, tougher stuff, work harder, whatever the fuck you think. Fine you're fucking better than me. now shut the fuck up
Party was fine, great even; i got a couple.. well, they're actually nipple nibblers, but i'll use them as lip glosses:P and i won the "pop quiz" so i got a little sampler pack:) and people were generally having a good time, lots of laughs and really relaxed about the subject matter and all:)
But then i was reminded of why i don't particularly always like hanging out with Julie, esp. when she's drinking, and as the group gets smaller. She's one of those people who a) always figures she knows "the truth" about you, and it's her duty to tell you, and if you don't like it and get pissed, it's coz it's not something you wanted to hear, not coz it's not the truth, and b) figures not only does she know to what extent you've suffered or had tough stuff to deal with or how hard you work or whatever, but that if you haven't been through exactly what she has, you haven't really suffered at all, and any hardship you've had isn't really that hard.
Fuck you bitch. one, you don't know me as well as you think, and there's a reason for that- i don't trust you with my "tough shit," and you've yet to really give me reason to. two, believe me hun, i have "suffered" a lot of what you have, i jsut haven't told you, or pretty much anyone else about it. three, even if i hadn't had it "as tough", doesn't mean i'd've felt my pain and stress any less than you have. What the fuck is that, complaring pain? how do you measure something like that? you don't fucking know me and my feelings and what i've dealt with and how i've dealt with them, same as i don't really claim to know you and yours. i can empathize and know what you let me know, but i don;t claim to actually know definitive "truth" about you.
She also doesn't understand how i can actually *choose* not to have sex or drink at certain times or any of that (as opposed to just not having the opportunity). Nor does she get that not having "actual sex" doesn't mean i'm all that innocent. Fuck, compared to a lot of the people there (none of whom is also a virgin) i'm a fucking Libertine (and yes Ange, i do mean that specific word, in comparison). I'm actually really surprised she didn't explicitely say anything about it tonight, considering it was a sex (toy) party, but she did a good job without being verbal - sending semi-disapproving glances, ignoring what i was saying, etc.
Fuck, i'm jsut so fucking pissed right now. You want me to say you've fucking better than me coz you've had more sex, tougher stuff, work harder, whatever the fuck you think. Fine you're fucking better than me. now shut the fuck up