Cinco de Mayo is tomorrow, and for the first time ever, that doesn't mean shit to me.
Generally I celebrate this holiday more than any; I hate all traditional American holidays, and with my bazillion semesters in Spanish I've grown to love that culture more than my own in a lot of ways.
However, last year this time, I met one of the worst men that has ever happened to me. It's not that he ripped out my heart and stomped on it so much - I've been over that for some time, easy as he's sort of an idiot - but the fact that I had to give up half my shoes for him has left me a bit jaded. Long story short, he convinced me he was moving in with me, despite my concerns toward the matter, and I cleaned out my closet accordingly. A month later he changed his mind and thing obviously fell apart. I was really pissed about the shoes after all, not to mention the clothes. Oh, and his dog chewed through my $400 comforter. PISSED.
Its things like this that ruin days.
Have you ever had a band that you really loved until you met someone that loved that band too, and you listened to them together, and then they tore your fucking heart out and wrecked the band entirely? I hate that shit. You're driving along listening to a mix cd you made years back and a song comes on, one from a relationship past, and your stomach ties itself up in knots and you want to scream out of nowhere, "You son of a bitch! Why did you have to ruin the god damn Chili Peppers for me?! Fucking ASSHOLE!!!"
I met a friend's mother for the first time tonight and she automatically assumed I had a boyfriend. When I corrected her on the matter, she seemed perplexed. I said, "I don't date." She seemed even more confused, so I specified, "I'm done with it."
She said, "Well, I guess you've got a long road ahead of you of being a 'free spirit'," like I was some sort of fucking non-conformist hater.
...Maybe I am. But I'd rather be a hater than have a cd collection that's been ruined for me by another slew of shitty boyfriends. And more holidays I can't celebrate because they drudge up memories of stupid fucking shoe purging pieces of shit! ASSHOOOOOOOLE!!!
Generally I celebrate this holiday more than any; I hate all traditional American holidays, and with my bazillion semesters in Spanish I've grown to love that culture more than my own in a lot of ways.
However, last year this time, I met one of the worst men that has ever happened to me. It's not that he ripped out my heart and stomped on it so much - I've been over that for some time, easy as he's sort of an idiot - but the fact that I had to give up half my shoes for him has left me a bit jaded. Long story short, he convinced me he was moving in with me, despite my concerns toward the matter, and I cleaned out my closet accordingly. A month later he changed his mind and thing obviously fell apart. I was really pissed about the shoes after all, not to mention the clothes. Oh, and his dog chewed through my $400 comforter. PISSED.
Its things like this that ruin days.
Have you ever had a band that you really loved until you met someone that loved that band too, and you listened to them together, and then they tore your fucking heart out and wrecked the band entirely? I hate that shit. You're driving along listening to a mix cd you made years back and a song comes on, one from a relationship past, and your stomach ties itself up in knots and you want to scream out of nowhere, "You son of a bitch! Why did you have to ruin the god damn Chili Peppers for me?! Fucking ASSHOLE!!!"
I met a friend's mother for the first time tonight and she automatically assumed I had a boyfriend. When I corrected her on the matter, she seemed perplexed. I said, "I don't date." She seemed even more confused, so I specified, "I'm done with it."
She said, "Well, I guess you've got a long road ahead of you of being a 'free spirit'," like I was some sort of fucking non-conformist hater.
...Maybe I am. But I'd rather be a hater than have a cd collection that's been ruined for me by another slew of shitty boyfriends. And more holidays I can't celebrate because they drudge up memories of stupid fucking shoe purging pieces of shit! ASSHOOOOOOOLE!!!
I'm going to order a pair of shoes tomorrow - and they're going to blow your mind.









