Santa's getting cookies and beer this year... Also, Santa is a girl.
Names excluded from the following rant, though if you read it, I'm sure you know who you are.
Frustration, exaustion...more frustration. I love my friends, don't get me wrong, but sometimes they (and my husband) frustrait the living fuck out of me. YOU DID THE BREAKING UP! WHY THE HELL ARE YOU UPSET ABOUT SEEING HIM? AND WHY THE HELL ARE YOU ESSENTIALLY ASKING ME TO CHOSE BETWEEEN INVITING YOU OR INVITING HIM. I WILL NOT TOLERATE THAT.
OK little calmer now...You're both my friends, what happened between you two, happened between YOU TWO. I will not chose between you, I will not invite one and not the other, and I don't appreciate you asking him not to come. You owe him nothing, he owes you nothing. It's over, just let it go already, you left him for A, then left A for him, then left him for A again. He chose to make himself no longer available as an option for you to end the cycle. He found happieness and left you to find yours.
I thought you did...I thought you thought you did. Was I wrong in that assumption?
I don't know. I'm still to pissed about essentially being asked to choose, and failing that, you trying to get him not to come.
I'll forgive you, you're my friend and you and B are like sisters to me. My friends are my family, and I can always forgive my family, no matter how much the frustrait me. I love you. Not like I love George, no. but you're family.
/end rant
Anyway...HI GUYS! ^_^
so Christmas gifts for the family come out of my paycheck this year. Yay, I'm Santa. Santa is so getting cookies and beer this year. Woo hoo!