Saturday, May 15, 2010

Jesus Be a Shot of Patron

Im gettin that feeling again. These dudes are driving me fucken crazy.

There are seven days in a week. I remove one for personal use, leaving six for yours. You take advantage of only two of them - no explanation, but none needed. I aint trippin. I assume you are off doing a few of the things I anticipated you to be doing while you're in town - I never intended to monopolize your time.

Now on day seven, you decide to throw a tantrum, somehow blaming ME for you not making use of the time set out for you. Im not quite sure how that works. You dont like the way I've been acting, but when asked how I've been acting, you rather talk about it in person - yet you still didnt make your way to me. Instead, you're on your way to some place an hour away from here, but I'd have bet anything, it would still be my fault when you got back.

You got back, came over, and all of a sudden you dont feel like you felt when you were menstruating all over my cell phone, and Im not supposed to inquire about what you said. You pretend its all good, saying youre still lobbying for "us" but that all changes when I make it clear that I expect for you to go home. Wait.... you REALLY thought you were spending the night? REALLY? Wow. What color is the sky in your world?

I am sick to death of these fools right about now LOL. Im so glad I have a sense of humor and can just laugh about these incidents, but I gotta tell ya - Im about ready to slap somebody.

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