It's that time again
Time for more of me bitching about my sorry-ass self. Enjoy.
Now. Don't get me wrong. Who doesn't love christmas? Everyone does. I love christmas, beleive me. It's the best.
But I'm finding it a little hard to be cheerful when every goddamn second of the day I can't help but be reminded of how fucking alone I am.
Why does it seem like every couple out there has to rub my nose in their lovey-dovey happy-go-lucky pretty little perfect world?
Fucking Brent. The guy calls me up, and he's like "Why aren't you here?" This is monday, by the way, and apparently I was invited to the bar after our read through.
I gotta get my car, so I walk there. It's freezing fucking cold, but I go. I get there, and of course I should've expected it, but it's Allie and her boyfriend with Brent and his girlfriend. Funky's there too, so I guess I'm saving him from 5th wheel status.
Now, there's nothing wrong with public displays of affection, but Brent was all OVER Courtney. It was disgusting. Heh. I sound like Sarah. But it was! He was kissing her every goddamn second. And he must've said he loved her a hundred times. He says it even when she's not there, and he always brings her up too. It really pisses me off.
And then Allie and Jared... man. I AM over her, but seeing them kiss still turns my stomach. And they do it a lot too. Seriously, Funky and I were sitting there like goons while these 4 lovebirds tongue-wrestled.
Okay. So I'm exaggerating. I don't care. Bitches.
Fuck. Fucking fuck everything. I hate.... I don't even know who I hate. But I hate that person a lot. I hate them so much. I wish ultimate and horrible unending pain on his or her immortal soul. Pure, agonizing torment that forever increases, become worse and worse with each passing moment. A pain that never dulls.
*shudder* Ohhhh. Even the thought of it gives me pleasure. I love the feeling of sadism. Lately I've been imagining inflicting horror. I really get off on it. Is that wrong?
Okay, getting off topic here.
Ah fuck it. I don't even remember what I was talking about.
Now. Don't get me wrong. Who doesn't love christmas? Everyone does. I love christmas, beleive me. It's the best.
But I'm finding it a little hard to be cheerful when every goddamn second of the day I can't help but be reminded of how fucking alone I am.
Why does it seem like every couple out there has to rub my nose in their lovey-dovey happy-go-lucky pretty little perfect world?
Fucking Brent. The guy calls me up, and he's like "Why aren't you here?" This is monday, by the way, and apparently I was invited to the bar after our read through.
I gotta get my car, so I walk there. It's freezing fucking cold, but I go. I get there, and of course I should've expected it, but it's Allie and her boyfriend with Brent and his girlfriend. Funky's there too, so I guess I'm saving him from 5th wheel status.
Now, there's nothing wrong with public displays of affection, but Brent was all OVER Courtney. It was disgusting. Heh. I sound like Sarah. But it was! He was kissing her every goddamn second. And he must've said he loved her a hundred times. He says it even when she's not there, and he always brings her up too. It really pisses me off.
And then Allie and Jared... man. I AM over her, but seeing them kiss still turns my stomach. And they do it a lot too. Seriously, Funky and I were sitting there like goons while these 4 lovebirds tongue-wrestled.
Okay. So I'm exaggerating. I don't care. Bitches.
Fuck. Fucking fuck everything. I hate.... I don't even know who I hate. But I hate that person a lot. I hate them so much. I wish ultimate and horrible unending pain on his or her immortal soul. Pure, agonizing torment that forever increases, become worse and worse with each passing moment. A pain that never dulls.
*shudder* Ohhhh. Even the thought of it gives me pleasure. I love the feeling of sadism. Lately I've been imagining inflicting horror. I really get off on it. Is that wrong?
Okay, getting off topic here.
Ah fuck it. I don't even remember what I was talking about.