if you're going to fuck each other every night behind the backs of me and your other roommate (who would be totally fine with your torrid lesbian affair, by the way. we are very accepting people), you might want to keep the incredibly loud screaming orgasms to a minimum. and by minimum, i mean "i really don't want to fucking hear that ever again". this is upsetting to the max.
how am i supposed to study when there is porn happening approx 6 feet and 2 shitty doors away from me?
fml,
c
Showing posts with label huge unfortunate whomp. Show all posts
Showing posts with label huge unfortunate whomp. Show all posts
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
Sunday, October 24, 2010
i go to the barn because i like the
decent weekend.
friday night: angry drinking and pretending to be single until j called and i realized that i had literally nothing to be mad at him about. why do i do that? tried to go to a party, upon arrival realized that the "party" was like 15 trashed scene kids with small pants and ironic tattoos, minus beer. OH wait, there was also a bad. of like 7 trashed scene kids with small pants, ironic tattoos, and voices similar to marge simpson during allergy season. =fucking kill me. so we left, went back to his place (eh? ehhh? elbow nudge) and then passed out. disappointing but i'm not complaining.
NOW i am complaining: saturday was a food festival that i'd been looking forward to FOREVER and we agreed to go. j still hasn't met my mom, and she was going to be there and i thought it would be basically the easiest way for me to introduce them: midday, food everywhere, beer even more everywhere. instead, he and his stoner friends got blazed OUT OF THEIR MINDS and were an hour and half late picking me up. i had even told him that my mom would be there... hint. she's awesome and not even scary so this really pissed me off. i like my mom a lot and i like him a lot, so i want them to at least have the opportunity to like each other. but clearly when he's powersmoked for like 2 hours i'm not going to drag him up to my mom looking homeless and be like "REMEMBER THE GUY I'VE BEEN CRYING/SMILING/OBSESSING OVER SINCE MARCH? WELP, HERE HE IS! sure, he's wearing a tank top and mostly staring at the ground, but don't let that affect your opinion or anything."
ugh. frustrating to say the least. needless to say i planned an evening that didn't include him f
or saturday. i was still kind of put off by the fact that he didn't ask what i was doing/ tell me what he was doing. (of COURSE i knew via stalkbook that one of his close friends was having a bday party and that's where he would be. but he didn't know that i knew that! i hope. god i'm creepy.) so naturally i did what any relationship-retarded 20 year old would do and drunkenly smiled at everything with a pulse at the bars, gave my number to a deliciously attractive grizzly bear-esque bartender, and replied in the flirtatiously shocked negative when a particularly forward gentleman inquired "ay, you got a boyfriend that lets you go out like this?"
sent pathetic text message. "you havins a good nigh?"
called when he didn't not respond within the 10 minute acceptable text-me-back window. he is at party. does not know when he will be leaving. will call me if it's not too late.
launched into self-destructive tailspin involving liquor and beer IN THE SAME BEVERAGE: it's called loaded corona, a corona with a shot of lemon rum instead of a lime. holy shit dangerous.
woke up flat on my back, in bed, fully clothed in fancy top, skinny jeans and stilettos. 6 new text messages. 0 are from j. 2 are from grizzlytender. yum. stripped, fell in lump back into bed and sent plea for "gatorade, pepto and a cheese stick" to fb, which he proceeded to LIKE without bringing me ANY OF THE ABOVE ITEMS. you live 45 seconds away! help a fucking sister out! like that's shit that i would do without even a suggestion. it's because i'm nice, and i like doing things to make other people happy. i think at this point he's just too stoned and lazy to be the person that i liked so much last semester. definitely falls into the huge unfortunate whomp category. because i still do like him, clearly. but i don't want to date THAT guy, who is irresponsible and honestly kind of selfish.
jesus i need to go to bed. 2 tests and a lab report due tuesday, 1 test wednesday, project due in a week- and of course all i did today was fbstalk and write this crazy bitchy rambling post. yet another huge unfortunate whomp.
yours in "relationship" limbo (or maybe just hell),
-c
friday night: angry drinking and pretending to be single until j called and i realized that i had literally nothing to be mad at him about. why do i do that? tried to go to a party, upon arrival realized that the "party" was like 15 trashed scene kids with small pants and ironic tattoos, minus beer. OH wait, there was also a bad. of like 7 trashed scene kids with small pants, ironic tattoos, and voices similar to marge simpson during allergy season. =fucking kill me. so we left, went back to his place (eh? ehhh? elbow nudge) and then passed out. disappointing but i'm not complaining.
NOW i am complaining: saturday was a food festival that i'd been looking forward to FOREVER and we agreed to go. j still hasn't met my mom, and she was going to be there and i thought it would be basically the easiest way for me to introduce them: midday, food everywhere, beer even more everywhere. instead, he and his stoner friends got blazed OUT OF THEIR MINDS and were an hour and half late picking me up. i had even told him that my mom would be there... hint. she's awesome and not even scary so this really pissed me off. i like my mom a lot and i like him a lot, so i want them to at least have the opportunity to like each other. but clearly when he's powersmoked for like 2 hours i'm not going to drag him up to my mom looking homeless and be like "REMEMBER THE GUY I'VE BEEN CRYING/SMILING/OBSESSING OVER SINCE MARCH? WELP, HERE HE IS! sure, he's wearing a tank top and mostly staring at the ground, but don't let that affect your opinion or anything."
ugh. frustrating to say the least. needless to say i planned an evening that didn't include him f
or saturday. i was still kind of put off by the fact that he didn't ask what i was doing/ tell me what he was doing. (of COURSE i knew via stalkbook that one of his close friends was having a bday party and that's where he would be. but he didn't know that i knew that! i hope. god i'm creepy.) so naturally i did what any relationship-retarded 20 year old would do and drunkenly smiled at everything with a pulse at the bars, gave my number to a deliciously attractive grizzly bear-esque bartender, and replied in the flirtatiously shocked negative when a particularly forward gentleman inquired "ay, you got a boyfriend that lets you go out like this?"
sent pathetic text message. "you havins a good nigh?"
called when he didn't not respond within the 10 minute acceptable text-me-back window. he is at party. does not know when he will be leaving. will call me if it's not too late.
launched into self-destructive tailspin involving liquor and beer IN THE SAME BEVERAGE: it's called loaded corona, a corona with a shot of lemon rum instead of a lime. holy shit dangerous.
woke up flat on my back, in bed, fully clothed in fancy top, skinny jeans and stilettos. 6 new text messages. 0 are from j. 2 are from grizzlytender. yum. stripped, fell in lump back into bed and sent plea for "gatorade, pepto and a cheese stick" to fb, which he proceeded to LIKE without bringing me ANY OF THE ABOVE ITEMS. you live 45 seconds away! help a fucking sister out! like that's shit that i would do without even a suggestion. it's because i'm nice, and i like doing things to make other people happy. i think at this point he's just too stoned and lazy to be the person that i liked so much last semester. definitely falls into the huge unfortunate whomp category. because i still do like him, clearly. but i don't want to date THAT guy, who is irresponsible and honestly kind of selfish.
jesus i need to go to bed. 2 tests and a lab report due tuesday, 1 test wednesday, project due in a week- and of course all i did today was fbstalk and write this crazy bitchy rambling post. yet another huge unfortunate whomp.
yours in "relationship" limbo (or maybe just hell),
-c
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