|payingattention (payingattention) wrote,|
@ 2009-01-08 20:06:00
|Current mood:||pissed off|
|Current music:||"Dashboard" - Modest Mouse|
#19: Getting 2009 off to a good start
This doesn't consist much reflection, or even in-depth complaining. I just have this to say:
"He was a drunk guy."
That's about as good an excuse as "Oh, well you and Sean Corely were never really good friends, were you?"
I could go as far to say that you abandoned your feminist ideals to try and defend some dude you wanted to bone before we started dating, but I won't be that mean. I will instead say a) I'm still pissed, b) don't hold it against me for being jealous, and c) if we're still together next New Year's Eve, you'd better be hardcore fucking kissing my ass. Because that shit was fucked up.
You don't leave your girlfriend in your best friend's kitchen while you spend an hour and a half talking and looking at fucking pictures. And when you're confronted, you don't say "Oh I lost track of time" because NO ONE loses track of time for that long. You lose track of time for thirty minutes, tops. Not ninety. Not when the last thing your girlfriend heard you say was something about making out with him. Not when she was nice enough to give you permission, even though you know the thought of you making out with ANY dude makes her skin crawl and her blood boil. You don't do that.
And yes I have forgiven you, I'm just lonely and bored and sad and alone and potless and alcoholess and you got to go out last night to the fucking bar with all your cool gay friends and Mike, who you fucking made out with on New Year's Eve. I'm the one who initiated this stupid rule and I still haven't gotten to make out with anyone I ever had feelings for in the past. No one. Not a one.
And now I can't even masturbate. Thanks.