Right now, I really do believe that Denis Leary was thinking of me when he wrote "I'm an Asshole". Not because I club baby seals or park in handicapped spaces while handicapped people make handicapped faces. No, I just stick to the chorus. I'm an asshole. And now, I am a bad liar too. That is a new one.
So last night I go to I Bar...McG is with me (he saw me dance, that nuthead). miss_lady was a no show, but we all forgive her. Friday night bay-bee! Anyways, so I show up and my ex is there. Oh yay, this is the guy who beat me up and got me thrown in jail. But I was like fuck that, I am going to party. Oh silly me. My friend is talking to him (not by choice). So to make a long story short, my guy walks up, plops down and starts a conversation. I officially piss myself. Officially, not literally. But anyways, I walk back in the bar, and try to drown my fear in martinis. Works kinda. I also pick up smoking again, which I figured I was going to get a yelling at for, and I was too drunk to be suave and hide it (and I tried). So anyways, my guy comes back in the club, and he is being really cool - razzes me about the smokes, holds me (he has been enacting the 10 ft rule all night, so I was a little taken aback), and even begins to light up my cancer sticks for me. Probably because I was too drunk to use a lighter. But I digress.
So this morning I wake up, and he is like "what was wrong last night?" I was like, "well, I wasn't too thrilled with the 10 ft rule but otherwise nothing..." And he just flat called me on my bullshit. Yikes. He tells me I am putting distance between us. Ouch. So I come clean. "My ex was there, I can't go near him, blah blah". He tells me I should have pointed him out, that he should have been told. I was like "you were having a fucking conversation with him". He starts laughing. I was like dude this is SO not funny. Anyways, he tells me that I am giving my ex the power to fuck up our relationship by inciting fights between us, and allowing him to break our unity in public. I was thinking, jeez, I wasn't aware there WAS any unity last night...but whatever. So now he tells me he is hurt, but he still loves me, etc...you know, that "I am so disappointed in you" stuff that makes you want to shoot yourself. So now we are sitting in seperate rooms and he is acting pissy and I am being mopey. Haha we are so much fun.
My tatt is colored. My hair is Saturday.
when miss_lady and I were shopping yesterday, I found the coolest ring that I have been looking for that I saw in a dream. 3.3 carats of Aquamarine radiant cut, 0.85 diamonds, white gold. And it FIT. It was sooo expensive. I told Angel about it. Ladies, don't ever tell your boyfriend that you found a solitaire ring that you want. You get that deer caught in the headlights "you are NOT thinking what I think you're thinking, are you?" look. I was like, you know, whatever. The hell with you too. I can dream.
well, I need food. Later.
So last night I go to I Bar...McG is with me (he saw me dance, that nuthead). miss_lady was a no show, but we all forgive her. Friday night bay-bee! Anyways, so I show up and my ex is there. Oh yay, this is the guy who beat me up and got me thrown in jail. But I was like fuck that, I am going to party. Oh silly me. My friend is talking to him (not by choice). So to make a long story short, my guy walks up, plops down and starts a conversation. I officially piss myself. Officially, not literally. But anyways, I walk back in the bar, and try to drown my fear in martinis. Works kinda. I also pick up smoking again, which I figured I was going to get a yelling at for, and I was too drunk to be suave and hide it (and I tried). So anyways, my guy comes back in the club, and he is being really cool - razzes me about the smokes, holds me (he has been enacting the 10 ft rule all night, so I was a little taken aback), and even begins to light up my cancer sticks for me. Probably because I was too drunk to use a lighter. But I digress.
So this morning I wake up, and he is like "what was wrong last night?" I was like, "well, I wasn't too thrilled with the 10 ft rule but otherwise nothing..." And he just flat called me on my bullshit. Yikes. He tells me I am putting distance between us. Ouch. So I come clean. "My ex was there, I can't go near him, blah blah". He tells me I should have pointed him out, that he should have been told. I was like "you were having a fucking conversation with him". He starts laughing. I was like dude this is SO not funny. Anyways, he tells me that I am giving my ex the power to fuck up our relationship by inciting fights between us, and allowing him to break our unity in public. I was thinking, jeez, I wasn't aware there WAS any unity last night...but whatever. So now he tells me he is hurt, but he still loves me, etc...you know, that "I am so disappointed in you" stuff that makes you want to shoot yourself. So now we are sitting in seperate rooms and he is acting pissy and I am being mopey. Haha we are so much fun.
My tatt is colored. My hair is Saturday.
when miss_lady and I were shopping yesterday, I found the coolest ring that I have been looking for that I saw in a dream. 3.3 carats of Aquamarine radiant cut, 0.85 diamonds, white gold. And it FIT. It was sooo expensive. I told Angel about it. Ladies, don't ever tell your boyfriend that you found a solitaire ring that you want. You get that deer caught in the headlights "you are NOT thinking what I think you're thinking, are you?" look. I was like, you know, whatever. The hell with you too. I can dream.
well, I need food. Later.
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this is a generic message to all of the people on my friends list. I have reached the point where I must accept the slackass nature of myself and accept that I will never respond to each person who told me happy birthday individually. so...this is like a memo.
if you told me happy birthday; thank you. IRL, no one did outside of family...so y'all just rocked my socks.
if you didn't tell me happy birthday...well. fuck off.
xoxox
wil