I'm kinda ticked off because this one chick on my doll board sold me a doll several months ago, and now she's asking for it back. Give me a fucking break. She sold it to me! You don't do that. If she has regrets, she needs to suck it up. Because I ain't selling it back to her, on principle.
The other day I went to Super Walmart and spent nearly $100. I totally didn't need to do that.
Eduard and I had a discussion night-before-last. We had gone to dinner with friends and then afterward went to a bar for a social drink, which I prolly coulda done without. But we each had one beer and were gearing up to go when he told his friend, "Oh, we're going over to the Tavern to see Kathy." Oh? We are? That was news to me. I didn't say anything in front of Mark but my jaw clenched tight. Sometimes Eduard is so oblivious. When we got out in the parking lot I told him, "I'm not going to the Tavern. If you want to go, I'll drop you off," and he said that was fine, we didn't need to go. But I was still so pissed off. I don't like surprise attacks like that. Don't make my decisions for me! I despise the feeling of being under someone else's control, that I have no choice in what I do and where I go, that I'm held captive. So later I told him not to pull that one again. He was so completely shocked and surprised, and started acting all hurt. I mean, I'm sorry, I but I was quickly losing my sense of empathy. What a baby! You know, if you want babying, go home to your mama. Christ. And no I didn't say that; it took everything I had to be respectful.
posted by Newpeep, N.D. (neurotic depressive) @ 10:48 AM
0 Comments:
Post a Comment
<< Home