Fuck, Fuck, Fuckity, Fuck, Fuck
I am feeling so morose right now, I hate how little things like this have enough power to distract me from my day-to-day life. I've just been feeling lonely lately, like I haven't seen Nick enough or something and so we were probably going to get together today, but he said he was on a mission to get his computer. And so I was under the understanding that we wouldn't be getting together. And apparently, about an hour later, he called me back to say, "nevermind Fry's is lame. Let's hang." and I missed it for like... 4 hours. And so when I finally call him back, he's like "you missed it. I'm not in the mood anymore."
So I pouted for about ten minutes in attempt to talk to him into letting me come over, but he was being a stubborn ass and kept saying no. So now I'm all put off and upset because I really, really, would love to see him. But I fucking can't. What a bitch. Because he says so. And I have to respect that, as much as I'd like not to, but he needs to know I respect his space. And I really, because it's my nature, would love to just laugh it off and run over there anyway, merely because he says no.
But that would be bad.
My mom even said he should let me come over. Haha. A moment's laugh. But seriously, I hate that somehow shit like this crawls under my skin and gets me all tense and annoyed.
On a brighter side, I got three new albums today. Two by Dressy Bessy and one by this strange woman who kisses girls. Katy Perry. It's jumpy pop. Which is interesting, considering I usually prefer jumpy punk or jumpy indie kids. But still good stuff. I'm diggin' the Dressy Bessy loads.
So I pouted for about ten minutes in attempt to talk to him into letting me come over, but he was being a stubborn ass and kept saying no. So now I'm all put off and upset because I really, really, would love to see him. But I fucking can't. What a bitch. Because he says so. And I have to respect that, as much as I'd like not to, but he needs to know I respect his space. And I really, because it's my nature, would love to just laugh it off and run over there anyway, merely because he says no.
But that would be bad.
My mom even said he should let me come over. Haha. A moment's laugh. But seriously, I hate that somehow shit like this crawls under my skin and gets me all tense and annoyed.
On a brighter side, I got three new albums today. Two by Dressy Bessy and one by this strange woman who kisses girls. Katy Perry. It's jumpy pop. Which is interesting, considering I usually prefer jumpy punk or jumpy indie kids. But still good stuff. I'm diggin' the Dressy Bessy loads.