its not enough fun to pick up the pieces. . .
i quit my job today. and i got forgotten about. and i feel like poop. so i am having a bad day.
and to top things off, on my way home from work, aaron called and asked to meet around 1 am. in case you haven't checked the time on this post, it is 1.30am. i think that kind of sums it up. he passed out and forgot about me. and so when he didn't pick up his cell phone, i went to his house and woke his ass up(with a little bit of help from his roommates. . .)and he was pissed. and piss ass wasted. the best is i could've stayed in howell and saved gas, gotten more sleep, slept in later, and hung out with my friends longer. gah!!
he just kept saying sorry. so i was like, "i still love you.. ." so he says, "STILL????!!!". well duh. you were an idiot. i am pissed. not rocket science. so i tell him to lay back down. and he does, and i kiss him goodnight. (even though all i wanted was to sleep next to him) and then go shoot the shit with his drunk roomies. ten minutes later he walks out of his room to go to the bathroom. asshole. complete and utter asshole. doesn't even acknowledge me. this makes me sooo mad. esp after the great night last night. this like, completely cancels all of that out.
so i storm off. what else to do? i have never felt so much like someones option, but they are my priority. i would like to be someone's priority, but i guess that is just not to be. unless of course i am someone's priority on their "to bring down and dissolve to tears" list.
i just hate this. and then i accidentally hit a rabbit on the way home. i feel like such a piece of shit. the rabbit didn't do anything, and i am all pissed and so i am driving too fast and i can't stop in time. I HATE THIS!!!!!
why is it like this?? i drove 45 minutes to sleep alone in a cold bed with remorse for a rabbit and a feeling of loneliness.
just how i wanted to spend my saturday night.
and to top things off, on my way home from work, aaron called and asked to meet around 1 am. in case you haven't checked the time on this post, it is 1.30am. i think that kind of sums it up. he passed out and forgot about me. and so when he didn't pick up his cell phone, i went to his house and woke his ass up(with a little bit of help from his roommates. . .)and he was pissed. and piss ass wasted. the best is i could've stayed in howell and saved gas, gotten more sleep, slept in later, and hung out with my friends longer. gah!!
he just kept saying sorry. so i was like, "i still love you.. ." so he says, "STILL????!!!". well duh. you were an idiot. i am pissed. not rocket science. so i tell him to lay back down. and he does, and i kiss him goodnight. (even though all i wanted was to sleep next to him) and then go shoot the shit with his drunk roomies. ten minutes later he walks out of his room to go to the bathroom. asshole. complete and utter asshole. doesn't even acknowledge me. this makes me sooo mad. esp after the great night last night. this like, completely cancels all of that out.
so i storm off. what else to do? i have never felt so much like someones option, but they are my priority. i would like to be someone's priority, but i guess that is just not to be. unless of course i am someone's priority on their "to bring down and dissolve to tears" list.
i just hate this. and then i accidentally hit a rabbit on the way home. i feel like such a piece of shit. the rabbit didn't do anything, and i am all pissed and so i am driving too fast and i can't stop in time. I HATE THIS!!!!!
why is it like this?? i drove 45 minutes to sleep alone in a cold bed with remorse for a rabbit and a feeling of loneliness.
just how i wanted to spend my saturday night.