sometimes it's not going to work out...
no matter how many times you have the same fight about the same issue, it just, ugh. i dont know. but i really can't be friends with this girl anymore. we had an IM blow up this afternoon after a month of her ignoring me and making me feel like shit. and then she thought we should meet up in public to "work it out". i reluctantly agreed. and then when we sat down in this weird little cafe that isn't the perfect place to chat, she bought me a cookie. i was like no, not after you told me that you think that i use you. not to mention it had a huge walnut right in the center, i hate walnuts unless they are finley chopped up in something that is so delicious you hardley notice that there are nuts in it at all. i like other nuts just not walnuts or pecans. tangent, sorry. so i refused the cookie. and we continued to have strained conversation, not about what she had said we should talk about but chit-chat-catch-up bullshit. this was getting to be as fake as tits in LA. so she thinks it would be cool to rent movie and have dinner at her place, a don't say no which is tha same as agreeing to her. i don't know why she thought renting a movie would be a good idea, we both like movies, but it's never the same one, it's the one thing we disagree most on. in a desperate move i had beefy call me and fake an emergency so i could bounce.
very crappy day. if anyone would like to bring me dinner i would love to eat something, i am starving.
well it wasn't so bad, i had an almond scone and some orange juice then had to delve into the otter pops, it had just gotten too hot. by the after noon i was starving again. so i made a crappy quesadilla with not enough cheese and some 3 day old tomatoes. it was only slightly satisfying. then the IM bullshit happened and i was to stressed out to eat. but now i am home, post bullshit, and starving. i might make spaghetti and meatballs, out of thin air.
so bowling last night was fun, i didn't bowl very well. not untill i got some vodka in me, then my score went up by 30 points. it was amazing. i got quite drunk since i hadent had much to eat that day. so drunk that i thizz danced. and if you dont know what that is, here is the best video i can show you.
Topic of the day:
What are your best qualities?
sure, ask the depressed girl!
Comments
1. You have lunch with her even though you don't want to. Martyr Points: 8
2. You are offered a cookie you don't like. Martyr Points: 1 -- you'll need to actually eat the cookie to get more
3. You endure a superficial conversation. Martyr Points: 4
4. You are invited to an activity you don't enjoy. Martyr Points: 3 -- again, you have to actually go if you want to rack up big numbers.
5. You are forced to make an excuse rather than tell the truth. Martyr Points: 6
6. Not enough cheese on your quesadilla. Martyr Points: 9
31 points. You are really going to have to amp up the passive-aggression if you ever want to reach Social Joan of Arc status. 31 points in one day barely reaches "Put Upon" on the poor-me meter.
What I should have said (and I what I would have said, if I were the kind of person who ever got "Ready, aim, fire" in the right order): I am sorry you had a bad day, but you have to get in the habit of grasping the nettle. Either you should have a serious heart-to-heart with this person, thrash out the issues, and move forward -- or else tell her, "I think I have better things to do with my time and I know you do" and move on.
While I am giving unasked-for-advice (and you seem have read enough of my own blog that you realize you would probably be better off taking advice from crack-heads and skater-punks): (1) Don't eat junk -- it makes your problems seem worse; and (2) drink only enough to make interesting things more interesting, not enough to make boring things less boring.