goddamn its deafening
so yeah, hilary and i are splitsville
relationship over im ok with
other things im not ok with
place we lived in was honest to god (i never mentioned it too much before) the most incredible place ive ever seen in my life, like straight outta some wallpaper magazine, im talking like 100 yr old building, 11 ft ceilings, granite countertops, stainless steel appliances, hardwood, MARBLE walls EVERY detail about it was incredible
anyways when we moved in it was just a total empty shell and my dad and i basically put the place together, i mean like we put in the ENTIRE kitchen, the hardwood flooring for 800sq ft, built closets, put in security stuff you name it... anyways so it was really hard leaving something that was never mine from the start, but clearly something that i put a TON of myself into to go live in some shit dive place that feels like the equivilent of milhouses dads divorcee 'resort' on the simpsons, the whole building im not kidding is full of like these pathetic single guys...
anyways so the kicker is that shes rebounded on some guy who has always pretended to be my friend, i mean like laid it on really thick 'dude youre so cool, youre like the only boyfriend i know that doesnt get jealous, wow man youre like the coolest guy etc' 2 days later with this little cunthole who wears a scarf in the summer and has an ironic moustache cause he pretends hes french..
anyways, whatever its over and done with, they can do what they want but heres the final kick in the balls
i never go out to parties or clubs or anything as you probably know, so i get talked into one on saturday night and what are the odds, they show up together, ok again im ok with this, i know a tonne of people there so i just hang out elsewhere until he decides that 'we need to talk'
i spend the next 45 minutes locked in a bedroom with him, scarf and all listening to him going through all the cliches 'dude i am SO sorry... aww man you must wanna punch me, come on, here, please punch me, it will make both of us feel better' and on and on and me just saying 'whatever man, i dont care, im not gonna do something stupid, lets just go have fun etc'. until.... (and get this)
he gets really serious and says 'if it makes you feel any better, she broke up with me tonight, im really broken up about this, it just hurts so bad and i care about her so much' and literally puts his head on my shoulder..
think about that really hard for a second... im thikning, what on earth am i supposed to say to this, i date and live with and build a home with this girl for 2 years, he fucks my exgf for a week, two days after we break up, in a bedroom i built and then comes crying to my shoulder... now THAT is some audacity...
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in the last two years ive probably only went out and gotten drunk maybe two times, but oh boy did i proceed to tie it on that night and i ended it all by making out with some other girl
next week i fly to toronto
relationship over im ok with
other things im not ok with
place we lived in was honest to god (i never mentioned it too much before) the most incredible place ive ever seen in my life, like straight outta some wallpaper magazine, im talking like 100 yr old building, 11 ft ceilings, granite countertops, stainless steel appliances, hardwood, MARBLE walls EVERY detail about it was incredible
anyways when we moved in it was just a total empty shell and my dad and i basically put the place together, i mean like we put in the ENTIRE kitchen, the hardwood flooring for 800sq ft, built closets, put in security stuff you name it... anyways so it was really hard leaving something that was never mine from the start, but clearly something that i put a TON of myself into to go live in some shit dive place that feels like the equivilent of milhouses dads divorcee 'resort' on the simpsons, the whole building im not kidding is full of like these pathetic single guys...
anyways so the kicker is that shes rebounded on some guy who has always pretended to be my friend, i mean like laid it on really thick 'dude youre so cool, youre like the only boyfriend i know that doesnt get jealous, wow man youre like the coolest guy etc' 2 days later with this little cunthole who wears a scarf in the summer and has an ironic moustache cause he pretends hes french..
anyways, whatever its over and done with, they can do what they want but heres the final kick in the balls
i never go out to parties or clubs or anything as you probably know, so i get talked into one on saturday night and what are the odds, they show up together, ok again im ok with this, i know a tonne of people there so i just hang out elsewhere until he decides that 'we need to talk'
i spend the next 45 minutes locked in a bedroom with him, scarf and all listening to him going through all the cliches 'dude i am SO sorry... aww man you must wanna punch me, come on, here, please punch me, it will make both of us feel better' and on and on and me just saying 'whatever man, i dont care, im not gonna do something stupid, lets just go have fun etc'. until.... (and get this)
he gets really serious and says 'if it makes you feel any better, she broke up with me tonight, im really broken up about this, it just hurts so bad and i care about her so much' and literally puts his head on my shoulder..
think about that really hard for a second... im thikning, what on earth am i supposed to say to this, i date and live with and build a home with this girl for 2 years, he fucks my exgf for a week, two days after we break up, in a bedroom i built and then comes crying to my shoulder... now THAT is some audacity...
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in the last two years ive probably only went out and gotten drunk maybe two times, but oh boy did i proceed to tie it on that night and i ended it all by making out with some other girl
next week i fly to toronto