Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Thanks for the post idea.
Stop fucking IMing/calling/texting me with nothing to say. “Sup?” does not count as having something to say. If you’re gonna contact me, please, have something on your mind.
Stop trying to tell me what to do with my goddamn life. If you were my boss and you told me to be more friendly to the customers, fine. If you were my teacher and told me to elaborate on a question more, okay. But my personal life is my dominion and nobody else’s. Who are you to shoulder in on it and tell me I shouldn’t do something? Fuck off.
I don’t know what to think about you anymore. While I enjoy the attention and appreciation (one might go so far as to call it validation) you haven’t been around for a few weeks now, for various convenient reasons. I know you say I don’t talk to you very much but I feel you’re not very interested anymore, and honestly neither am I. I told you I didn’t do this long distance shit the very first day I met you.
Stop fucking up. You know what I’m talking about. Everyone has their slip-ups, fine, but goddamn. You know better. Oddly enough I can’t really say I’m worried, but I am bothered.
It seemed a bit irresponsible at the time but in the long run I think what we did right before break was very healthy for our friendship. Who would have thought sex could actually uncomplicate things (knock on wood)?
As time goes on I find there are fewer and fewer people whom I can spend an extended amount of time with and not wind up getting pissed off at. I don’t know if that’s a problem with me or with people, but regardless thank you for being someone I can spend hours with and call it a good day. Part of me wishes I had more people like that in my life, but if I did folks like you wouldn’t seem as special.
I know good and damn well you were not born with that face. What happened to it? And I don’t mean that in an insulting way (even though you are a complete bitch), it’s pure curiosity.
At this point in our friendship it is glaringly obvious you want my dick. You, however, have a vagina. It’s not going to work.