Drunk and Sober Doesn't Mix
Today has been bad. Work wasn't too bad. I worked on Zug 5 and 6 which are both pretty new to me. And I ate grapes. I really like grapes. But when I got home there was this red car in the middle of the driveway all the way towards the back. I parked behind it and go in to find whoever it was so they could move it. Yesterday drunk boy was passed out on my deck with the deck door wide fucking open. I was pissed so I just closed it and locked it and made sure all the other doors were locked. I told him this over the phone last night while I was at work. I walk in and Ryan's kissing some girl on the deck and Keith is sitting otuside smoking a cig. Keith pulls me aside and starts literally crying because I locked him out yesterday and talking about how I'm his friend and he'd never do that to a friend. I seriously stood there looking at his soulful, tear-filled eyes and at the end of his long, slurred speech I said, well I guess we just think differently. Don't leave the fucking door open. And then I finally intterupt him as he launches his speech a second time and walk outside to get this girl to move her car. Dear me I didn't know it was possible to rub me that wrong in so little time. I really hated that girl. And Ryan totally hooked up with her like an hour after I got home. Or at least they passed out together in his room which is more likely. She is bad news and nothing good will come of associating with her. I can't explain it, I just know. Every time I meet a person I get this feel. Most of it has to do with what their face looks like. So far, in 22 years, I've never been wery wrong and always been mostly right. Ugh, I still feel kind of... dirty... just having hugged her once. ::shudder::
So I decide to make some pancakes and go to bed. Keith is loudly and continuously lamenting his lack of getting some while the girl he brought over is asleep on the couch, totally within earshot. Keith goes outside to smoke and doesn't close the door. I close it and he walks over and opens it back up. I tell him like an asshole to keep the fucking door closed unless he's walking through it. More time passes and he leaves the fucking door open again. I walked outside and start yelling at him saying things like "I fucking locked you out of the house and made you cry and you still can't fucking close the door. Am I getting through to you now?" Tapping on his head and shit. I was pissed and Keith turns into a total whipping post when he's drunk. It wouldn't be so bad if he'd just stop fucking up so bad. He burnt my carpet, he burnt my bed, him and Ryan passed out in my room, they always leave the kitchen trashed, he eats my food without telling me, and then he goes and leaves the door open all night. I'm so close to telling Ryan he can't come over anymore. He's the reason I passworded my computer and lock my door all the time.
Bah, this is just a pissed rant. I hate yelling at people. It totally puts me all out of sorts. And now I woke up and can't sleep after only 3 hours. I have to go in tonight at 7 instead of 11. Oh, and I forgot to mention, I left to get food at Zaxbys. I was gone 15 minutes. When I came back Keith was lying in my hall half in my bathroom, passed out. I dragged him and put him on the couch. I don't want to have to do this shit. At least Fushigi Yugi came and I'm getting the second disk tomorrow. At least I have my anime. I just have to keep telling myself that.
So I decide to make some pancakes and go to bed. Keith is loudly and continuously lamenting his lack of getting some while the girl he brought over is asleep on the couch, totally within earshot. Keith goes outside to smoke and doesn't close the door. I close it and he walks over and opens it back up. I tell him like an asshole to keep the fucking door closed unless he's walking through it. More time passes and he leaves the fucking door open again. I walked outside and start yelling at him saying things like "I fucking locked you out of the house and made you cry and you still can't fucking close the door. Am I getting through to you now?" Tapping on his head and shit. I was pissed and Keith turns into a total whipping post when he's drunk. It wouldn't be so bad if he'd just stop fucking up so bad. He burnt my carpet, he burnt my bed, him and Ryan passed out in my room, they always leave the kitchen trashed, he eats my food without telling me, and then he goes and leaves the door open all night. I'm so close to telling Ryan he can't come over anymore. He's the reason I passworded my computer and lock my door all the time.
Bah, this is just a pissed rant. I hate yelling at people. It totally puts me all out of sorts. And now I woke up and can't sleep after only 3 hours. I have to go in tonight at 7 instead of 11. Oh, and I forgot to mention, I left to get food at Zaxbys. I was gone 15 minutes. When I came back Keith was lying in my hall half in my bathroom, passed out. I dragged him and put him on the couch. I don't want to have to do this shit. At least Fushigi Yugi came and I'm getting the second disk tomorrow. At least I have my anime. I just have to keep telling myself that.