. more anger release .
Bitching only.
Alright. So I'm not allowed at Aunt Tilly's ever again. Mulligans is probably next on the list. What the fuck am I doing wrong? I understand that working with the cook and his marriage suffering was at least 50% my fault. I agreed to move in. I fell for it. But god dammit. Mulligan's isn't even a tenth my fault. What is up with jealous girlfriends? And what the fuck is wrong with southern boys where they refuse to admit they are in a relationship and insist on flirting with the single girl at the bar. How the fuck am I supposed to know if he's really single or not? And how am I supposed to predict that the fucker knocking on my car window is going to jump inside and try to force me to make out with him. Jesus god damn christ. How rude do I have to be?
I can't fucking wait until I have a boy around my shoulder.
I can't wait until they are all forced to humanize me.
What better way to stop drinking than to be banned from three out of four bars in town.
Fuckers.
I miss Leann only because she's the same species as me. She knows what I'm talking about. These southern folk are supposed to be old-fashioned and loyal in relationships. They're supposed to consider marriage a commitment- not a fucking excuse to get laid. It's sickening.
I'm learning that men use me more to get laid by other girls than to get into MY pants. Jealousy is an aphrodisiac. I get more people laid than myself. I wish boys at least were honest with themselves and could admit what they're doing.
The saddest part is that I can no longer believe any boy (or girl for that matter) who approaches me feigning a romantic or sexual interest. I can't consider their words as real- even weeks down the road. It only becomes apparent when the same person I considered a friend shows up one night with a girl (or boy) around their shoulder and although they usually do make eye contact with me- they keep their distance. This gives me the sign that they have someone who they are interested in, so I stay the fuck away. But then when they get into a fight with their fuck buddy, suddenly their on speaking terms with me again and what do you know- here comes their fuck buddy walking through the door... I can't tell you how many people I've made jealous. JUST BY BEING SOMEONE'S GOD DAMN FRIEND!!! At least jealousy is linked to sex.
At least someone is getting laid.
Not me....
but...
fuck it.
Alright. So I'm not allowed at Aunt Tilly's ever again. Mulligans is probably next on the list. What the fuck am I doing wrong? I understand that working with the cook and his marriage suffering was at least 50% my fault. I agreed to move in. I fell for it. But god dammit. Mulligan's isn't even a tenth my fault. What is up with jealous girlfriends? And what the fuck is wrong with southern boys where they refuse to admit they are in a relationship and insist on flirting with the single girl at the bar. How the fuck am I supposed to know if he's really single or not? And how am I supposed to predict that the fucker knocking on my car window is going to jump inside and try to force me to make out with him. Jesus god damn christ. How rude do I have to be?
I can't fucking wait until I have a boy around my shoulder.
I can't wait until they are all forced to humanize me.
What better way to stop drinking than to be banned from three out of four bars in town.
Fuckers.
I miss Leann only because she's the same species as me. She knows what I'm talking about. These southern folk are supposed to be old-fashioned and loyal in relationships. They're supposed to consider marriage a commitment- not a fucking excuse to get laid. It's sickening.
I'm learning that men use me more to get laid by other girls than to get into MY pants. Jealousy is an aphrodisiac. I get more people laid than myself. I wish boys at least were honest with themselves and could admit what they're doing.
The saddest part is that I can no longer believe any boy (or girl for that matter) who approaches me feigning a romantic or sexual interest. I can't consider their words as real- even weeks down the road. It only becomes apparent when the same person I considered a friend shows up one night with a girl (or boy) around their shoulder and although they usually do make eye contact with me- they keep their distance. This gives me the sign that they have someone who they are interested in, so I stay the fuck away. But then when they get into a fight with their fuck buddy, suddenly their on speaking terms with me again and what do you know- here comes their fuck buddy walking through the door... I can't tell you how many people I've made jealous. JUST BY BEING SOMEONE'S GOD DAMN FRIEND!!! At least jealousy is linked to sex.
At least someone is getting laid.
Not me....
but...
fuck it.