Why Fucking Now? Christmas Promises NOTHING.
Hey all. I'm going to cut to a conversation I had tonight with my internationally estranged girlfriend, Daisy. While it seems terribly impersonal to post a conversation on LJ for all to see, she had her roomie sitting there with her, watching over webcam -- for counsel.
If you give half a flying fuck about me, as a friend and/or even as a person, ( Read more... )
Score 1 for rationalization of what I already mostly know. I swear to god, I'm going to get an e-mail from her, since she's been saying she is waiting to know how to put it into words, that's saying that she did really cherish our time, and wants to be friends.
Fuck that. I know it's coming, and what she gets in return...
In other news, I did a fucking number on her friend, eh? I would've been meaner, and was literally seconds away, but I needed to keep talking to Daisy and feared pissing off the friend enough where she may have just turned off the MSN and told Daisy I cursed them both out of something, because girls are fucking dubious like that.
But yeah -- I didn't appreciate that (she's helping me) shit at fucking all. Unless she's there because you're announcing that the two of you have hooked up dike-style and just don't have any interest in my wobblies anymore, she has nothing to say to me, or for that matter, to you. You're smarter than that, Daisy -- or at least I thought you were.
Thanks, Josh.
-- Troy --
*It's not like there aren't 6 or 7 girls at UIW who wouldn't jump on my dick a week from now... but I just wanted Daisy, or rather I had her, and wanted to keep that.*
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