21 July 2004

Yesterday was the wrong day to fuck with me

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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