Thanks to more problems with Mr. Pervy Bear and the apartment situation (suffice to say war has been declared), when Shithead called after 3 days only to whinge about how he's stressed about moving (nevermind that I told him weeks ago to pack a box a day instead of leaving it all untill the last minute), I was less than sympathetic. He then proceeded to push the wrong button at the wrong time by saying "I'll see you when things calm down."
*Major sense of deja vu*
"And that would be when?"
"When things calm down"
*More deja vu*
"Right. Well I'm off to Capri with Mr. Boink Buddy, so I'll see you when I get back. I need to relax."
Subtext: I ain't hanging around waiting for you to straighten out your life. Been there, done that, got the emotional third degree burn scars to prove it. I do what I want, who I want, when I want. Why? Because I can. Because I don't give a fuck about anyone else but me and I enjoy playing with people. I learned from the best.
"Oh. When do you get back?"
"Maybe Sunday, I don't know. We'll see. Ciao."
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