PT parties will be the death ofme..
scott and i had a blowup a few days ago. it was a saturday night. i went shopping the day before and was eagerly awaiting the chance to wear my cute new clothes. parties at PT are always an experiance... so anyway i was in the midst of styling my dirty hair when scott came in from work, storming in like a hurricane, antagonistic and beligerant. i forget why its not important since hes like that alot of the time but that day he was spoiling for a fight. anyway hes alll like "why are u getting so pretty? u never get pretty like that for when we hang out..." which is a damn lie, in case he forgot i dressed up for our "date" to china town only a few days before, so i told him so which sparked a round of " it must be for all the other guys youre gonna get with bla bla bla. " which i hate. im not required to dress up for you or any other guy so be thankful im so cute as it is and dont have to put on makeup 90% of the time. ive never heard a guy complain because his girlfriend was too hot before. anyway so that started our night out great. soph and i left for PT and proceeded to have a fabulos time. we pregamed in sophies friend's roomand took silly pictures all dressed up which was the reason if any that i got pretty in the first place. scott was supposed to show up later which was alright cause i was already drunk and ovr caring about it at all. so he showed up and things were gravy for quite some time. we smoked a few bowls and danced around the social gatering chatting etc. i thought i lost my brand new cameraand lamented that although i didnt conciously realize it till the next day. at one point scott cornered me in the bathroom and tried to ravishme by throwing me up on the sink which only resulted in my brand new skirt ripping straight up the back seam. great. then he tried to throw me onto everyones bed which was super embarassing. i was not in the mood and it just wasnt kosher. and he was just bein an ass. we finally conceeded we were drunk enough to be done. so i brought up the fact that i had to get my bag from downstairs in the pregame room. this led to me and scott standing in the hall for a goood 45 minutes argueing about what a stuid idea it was to leave my purse there and bla bla bla (the rooms occupants had left to aquire starbucks and would be back some time later) so were screaming at each other and im crying and looking like a hot drunken mess and it was just bad. scotts tryin to tell me how hot it is when im a bitch to him and im completely lost in my stoned mind attempting to comphrehend why he has to folllow me everywhere. finally got my stuff we met up with trashed sophie and caught a cab home which scott paid for at least... so ya ever wonder why i miss devin? its cause shit like that didnt happen arund him. ever.