This has got to die, this has got to stop. This has got to lie down, someone else on top.
Joe, dearest? Brother of mine?
You know I love you, but SWEET ZOMBIE BRAINS this is getting ridiculous. Now, I can't be 100% sure, but all signs are pointing to you and Annie having broken up. Again.
You home early? (CHECK.)
Me unintentionally hearing you sounding desparate on the phone with Annie? (Shut up, the walls are thin and my room is right next to where you were. MUTHA EFFIN' CHECK.)
You seeming generally distraught as per usual when this sort of thing happens? (CHECK CHECK CHECK.)
You not going out at all last night? (OMG WAIT FOR IT -- CHECK.)
These are all classic signs of the particular strain of break-up-itis that you are prone to. Like I said, I'm just guessing, but I'm pretty dsure this is a highly educated guess at that.
I'm waiting for you to either talk to me, or to just plain realize that maybe Annie' s just not that in to you. Unfortunately, when I made it clear that I was willing to listen, your response was to ask me politely (POLITELY! This is new, for the record) if I wouldn't mind leavng the room please.
Now, you're right. I don't have experience in the romantic realm. However, I am your sister. Obviously, this means I have a vested interest in your well-being as frustrating as it becomes sometimes. I am this close to throttling you, however. The more I look at this, it seems like you're simply a convienence to her, and that hurts to watch.
Love,
Your sister.
Meh. At least I got back the DVD I'd loaned Annie before this go-round.
I'm taking bets. My money is on three or so days, give or take 24 hours, before I walk in to the basement and find them cuddling while watching Prison Break or something. Frick.
ON A FANNISH NOTE, HOWEVER.
Emerald City Comic Con. Hee!
I bought the tickets last night, and Riley is going to organize some accomodations for us today once she's off work. I will not squeal in excitement. I will not squeal in excitement. Am already planning the playlist(s) for our journey down South despite the fact that it's still over a month away. (Quiet, all of you. It's not obsessive, it's ORGANIZED). This, of course, is much more enjoyable than studying for my math midterm on Friday.
Also? I think my friend Lennox's boyfriend may love me. He's a comic geek too, and the colourist of one of his favourite books is going to be there. I offered to take his copy down and see if I could get it autographed. I think he might have been near tears. Is this masochistic glee what being an enabler feels like all the time? 'Cause I might have to do it more often.