Remember in my last post when I said that I hadn't been writing lately because I was in too good of a mood to really bitch or complain about anything on here? Yeah, well it's your lucky day. Because the past few weeks have been a motherfucking roller coaster ride of drama and it's becoming unbearable.
Where do I start off? Oh, my phone broke. And I don't mean it got dropped or I spilled water on it or something. I just mean it doesn't do anything it's supposed to. It can't call, won't send texts, and it only gets Internet when I'm in a hot spot. I suppose it makes a pretty nice calculator. As well as a solitaire playing device. I suppose it can still be used as a pretty mediocre flashlight too. However, when it comes to doing it's actual fucking job, it chugs dick.
Lets see, what else... Oh right, my ex boyfriend is being a total fucking drama queen for hooking up with his friend. Yeah I know it wasn't the most considerate move on my part, I'll be the first to say that. But this is how it is: First off, we have been broken up for a whole year. Second off, HE was the one who broke up with ME. Third? He had been acting like a bag of douche for like a month leading up to this incident, so I wasn't exactly feeling overly empathetic towards him. Now I understand that even after its been a while it's still kinda shitty to hook up with your exes friend. But is it the end of the fucking world? No. It's not. Not at all. Jackie and Hyde did it. Plenty of my friends have too, and guess what? They all fucking survived, ok? The way he is acting right now makes me feel like I'm living in an after-school special. He is being more dramatic than most of my female friends have EVER been.
What has he done, you ask? Well he's called me and verbally abused me to the point of tears on several occasions over the past two weeks. Including, but not limited to: Father's day when I was at my grandparents house, on my way to work, at breakfast with my parents, and while on the train. For each time he's called me and made me cry he has also called me again to apologize and say that he wasn't mad any more. He has also deleted me as a friend on facebook. Then re-friended me again. Then deleted me again. Oh, and almost every time I've seen him he's been belligerently drunk and has never failed to bring it up at an unbelievably hyperbolic volume. I honestly would rather him be pissed at me 100% of the time so I could finally stop having to guess which mood he's in.
This would have all been fine to deal with on it's own, I'm not a whiny, pussy-ass-bitch and it takes a lot to shake me. However, the night he found out his ass-goblin best friend decide to bitch me out in a series of repulsive and ridiculously incoherent texts. I can feel myself getting furious as I type this, but I feel the need to tell you exactly what he said so you can fully understand the caliber of douchebaggery I have been putting up with lately:
So this conversation starts off with a simple, "Fuck you" to which I respond with a flabbergasted Quoi??? I'm wondering where the fuck this is coming from, because he has never spoken to me like this before. He responds saying "You know what". Just like that. Then he goes, (and I swear on my life I am not fabricating this) "You know where the dongs been. Admit it now or prepare for the worst. We will take you in the street and fuck you, then fuck you up."
What really grinds my gears is that the guy who wrote all this is the same guy who has cheated on his girlfriend multiple times. As in, fucked his girlfriend and his ex within hours. The motherfucking audacity this kid has to shit on me for doing something that's not even close to the same caliber as what he did is enough to make me want to punch him in the chest. He then proceeded to call me a whore and a fat, cock hungry bitch. Can you fucking believe that? I wish I could blow pressurized air up his dick hole until his balls explode. This guy is such a motherfucking chotch I can't even stand it. If you could see him you'd agree with me. He's an ugly ass ginger (not that ALL gingers are ugly, but he definitely is) with a nasty ass girlfriend, but he thinks he's the shit because he has a joke job at his dad's firm (which he does jack shit at, as all his coworkers say) and dresses like a mother fucking Ralph Lauren model (if Ralph Lauren models were hideous).
Honestly though, even if all the above WASN'T true about him, what makes him think that he needs to get involved in my motherfucking business anyways?? Jesus fucking Christ. If I wasn't so loopy right now I feel like I would have thrown my laptop out the window by this point.
I honestly had a lot to bitch about today, but the size of this post is pretty intimidating. Pretty doubtful if anyone is even reading this anymore (if at all). Not only that, but this has been exhausting and I need to seize this beautiful day and stop locking myself up on my computer like an angry little hermit. Stay tuned for part two. Or don't. The fuck if I care.
