...continuation...
Food makes everything better. It seems to dull the pain just a bit. Let me tell ya', I am so glad I wore my stretchy sweatpants to dinner... room to expand. I just ate a delicious steak-n-tater dinner at the fantabulous Outback Steakhouse. Life couldn't be better.
Haha--- I lied. I totally have to finish bitching about my last few days, and justifiably so. Heck, even if y'all out there in LiveJournalLand don't care, it helps for me to write it out.
Ahem. I experienced yet another traumatic confrontation with PB&J yesterday, just after I finished Segment 2 of my shower. Uncomfortable, as always. But at this point, I just don't care. Another few months and I'm outta here.
And now to the real reason why I've become Miss Grumpy.
Boys.
There it is, plain and simple. Take Jason, for example. What a fucking baby. I mean, he's always got to be a whiny little bitch about something. And even when I attempt to converse normally with him, he blows it.
Auto response (away message) from Jason: its my B-day tommarow but no one wants or can do anything tommarow
Lucki Girl 515: that is what i like to call a "pity-post"
Jason returned at 5:18:19 PM.
Jason: so
Jason is away at 5:18:24 PM.
Lucki Girl 515: i'm just sayin', i know how you're feelin'
Jason returned at 5:19:43 PM.
Jason: no u don't
Jason is away at 5:19:46 PM.
See what I'm sayin'? God damn, he needs to learn how to not piss people off. (Don't you just love how he puts up his away message after every response? How mature, especially for a fucking 20-year-old. At least I know why "no one wants or can do anything tommarow". Jesus.)
As Krys says, it's nearly impossible to talk to the kid- which is why I'm not going to try anymore. So, the topic sentence of this paragraph is this: The term "bitch(y)" can be applied to anyone/anything with a faulty temperment and/or malfunctioning social capabilities.
Next on my list is Krys. I'm happy to say that yesterday was our one-year anniversary. Yes, it flew by and I don't regret one bit of it. Most girls would think it's a big deal... I was under that impression. For the past month Krys had been talking about everything he had planned for today, Friday. (Think bowling, fancy dinner, movies, etc.) Apparently he forgot about it somewhere along the way, because at this moment he is working and I have nothing to do. I requested off work and everything; I suppose that was just silly of me. But come on- it's not every day we get to celebrate one entire year together. Ugh, I am so upset! I'm not pissed or anything, just upset. I can't really explain it. I called him out about my distress earlier on the phone.
"Damn, you sound so pissed right now," he kept telling me.
"No, I'm not pissed, just upset," I retorted. Wouldn't you be?
"Well, if you want me to call in and say I can't come, I will," he said.
"No, don't do that. Just go, it's fine."
It's not the fact that he went into work that bothers me. It's the fact that he doesn't care, and I can't logically put into words how I feel. I didn't want him to call in because I wanted him to. I'd rather him skip work and spend time with me because that's what he wanted, of his own free will, but I guess it didn't work out that way. Not to mention I had all these expectations for tonight, but instead I got a slap in the face.
Did any of that even make sense? It makes sense to me, but if it seems like jibberish, let me know. I don't want to sound like a complete dumbass when I talk to him about it later. Here is my rehearsal to what I'll tell him: "I didn't want you to call in because I wanted you to; I wanted you call in because you wanted to."