quinne

stupid josh and roach won't sit beside me when we play mortal kombat vs. dc universe. i get the rage and sometimes punch them. last night after a little whiskey i hit josh kinda hard in the chest hahahaha. his face was priceless and i DID feel bad. yes i'm a jerk and i didn't really know my own strength. i hate hate hate losing. i REALLY hate losing to f-ing roach who just mashes the controller. i understand this blog is silly, and you might find me less appealing to know how brutally competetive i am when it comes to the likes of video games(air hockey, candy fights, wrestling... ect.) i'm starting to think i just have no control when i get a)excited b)frustrated. example #2 ... last week someone starting phone stalking me. some friend of a guy i used to date. calling me 4 or 5 times a day and texting me waaaaaaay too much. i had expressed to him how i wasn't into kickin' it and i had a rad man and i hadn't even talked to him in over a year so i didn't get his new found obsession. ok , so night rolls around on .. hmm let's say tuesday. yeah it was tuesday and i was sitting in bed with lou and my phone rang AGAIN and instead of answering it or ignoring it i just threw the phone at the closet. now i didn't think it was that hard. phone throwing is common in my house. sometimes to scare icky, sometimes to avoid whoever is trying to call. but apparently it was hard enough to smash the stupid jerk phone into pieces. so, i'm phoneless and i learned a lesson. that i need to throw my phone at couches, pillows, beds and clothing piles. not walls.