scarsdaleloriat

I had the most HORRIBLE day.

To begin, I found out my ex-boyfriend, David, is dating a man that I hate with all my soul's energy. Beji Cohen. BENJI FUCKING COHEN of ALL people. David has a thing about dating; you have to be good in bed, and you have to have attractive facial features. I've heard Benji's a horrible lay, and he has this mole on his cheek the size of my thumb nail. It's like, the first thing you notice is his amazing green eyes, and then you see this mole and you say, "Oh, I see, you have a second head. Okay."

I want to rip it off. And with the size, I think I wouldn't have much trouble.

Then Benji decides he's going to come out a hook me up with a guy I've been dying to ask out: Doug Bard. Ask me for a picture and you'll see why. Doug (or Jamie, however you know him), agreed to go out for a few drinks to see the new tat. For this, I had to be Benji's net-bitch. Him and Jay, man, they say "Kemosabi". How absolutly revolting.

Next, later on, I have a horrible dinner with my father. Later on that night, we're parked in the car and we get into a huge fight. The summary? He says I've never accomplished anything in my life, that my life hasn't been that hard, that I've succeeded in nothing, and that it was a miracle I graduated highschool.

I wanted to hit him.

Needless to say, I went off on him. I told him he was like a housewife, that he pulled in hardly any money and he couldn't even pay MY rent. That at 18 years old, I've got a better job than him. I told him he was living a pathetic existance when he could be achiving much more. I told him the truth.

He STOLE MY KEYS.

Yes, he stole my keys from the ignition and walked off. MY CAR, THE CAR I PAID FOR, with MY ONLY SET OF KEYS!!! I had to threaten him with the fact the if I had to hotwire my own car to get home, I'd have his ass hauled off to jail. He came back and refused to leave my car until I drove him home. I drove back to my place and left him outside, telling him to call a cab and pay for it with his wife (my mother)'s money. I was sick. I couldn't even look at him. I was so unbelieveably hurt. The first thing I did when I got inside was punch a wall. The next was go on the computer and just sob. Jay drove him home, punishment enough I guess...

Then I got stuck in my office at home for about 5 hours. I won't go into that too much. I simply went crazy and finally picked the door open by breaking the doorknob and door to get out at 5:47.



Someone post something and make me feel better...