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Sunday, August 9, 2009

Piiiiiiiiiiiissed.

So on one hand I'm insanely pissed off. On the other, a little grateful. I got a chance to see what an ultimate, quintessential douchenozzle someone could be, before I made the ingenious move of telling them how I was feeling.

Girlfriend. The idiot has a girlfriend. And waited until after the drunken texts AND the "result" of said drunken texts to inform me, by telling me his girlfriend is gonna be pissed at him because he was supposed to meet her. Maybe... just maybe, I should have been informed of this girlfriend earlier, no? He tried to apologize, but I cut him off and told him "not as sorry as you're gonna be, I guess." The ghetto in me really toyed with the idea of texting him constantly once he met up with the girlfriend. The dirtiest, nastiest texts I could think of.

Then today he texted me saying "I don't mean to be an asshole, but we can't be doing anything like that no more." Never mind we've been doing 'anything like that' for two years now, but I told him he should have told me that last night, to which he said, "but I didn't, so I'm telling you now." My reply? "Spectacular."

So I then told him maybe I should thank him, telling him that the girl in me was making me think I was having feelings out of this, but luckily this all let me know what a dumbass idea that was, and that even if he should find himself single again in the future, we shouldn't get together again even then. His smartass answer was "hence i said 'no more' ". Really? So I said, "well, hence I didn't know that's what you meant." Ugh. Such a fucking asshole.

Seriously, I really should send him a nice gift basket. Thank you for straightening me out, for not letting me waste any more time on your trifling ass. What the fuck ever.


ANYSHIT, five days from now I'll be eating at Jason's Deli in Phoenix with Amanda and Miranda. EEEE! I think I'll start with a kick-ass salad, followed by a chicken salad sangwich, a turkey bacon club, then follow it up with some fro-yo.

And then, the following night, I'm REALLY hooking up with Kellan Lutz, because I'm still pissed off and that will make me feel better.