Meems cant say 'tortellini'
she says 'torterelli'
it amuses me.
my tits are covered in cat hair.
Poe must think they exist for her rubbing pleasure or something along those lines.
so i gave in.
turned the ac on in march *sigh*
i figure it was 90 inside...n i was sweating...and i dun like sweating unless engaged in something which actually warrants sweating...which of course...laying down watchin a flick...does not.
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so ive been having loads of conversations with one of my favorite people about one of our other favorite people. why? cuz i find it quite disconcerting that one of my favoritest people has decided pod-person-ville is the place he wishes to reside.
while there can be many reasons for being taken over by pod people...the only recent development which has made such a change possible is...well lets just call her C...since her name begins with a C and she's also a bitch with a capital C
mr funny as we'll call him.
has become decidedly unfunny.
decidedly unkind
decidedly short and almost to the point of rude to the people who have...provided him with a place to live...the little things...like toilet paper...deoderant...soap...cigarettes...oh yeah n food...cuz thats what good friends and roommates do. in my opinion anyway.
now it would be mean of me to tell him...dump the bitch...but i really want to. seriously. i wanna find her. run her over. back over her. spork her in the eyes. drown her in kerosene. light a match. then point and laugh.
cuz as mr funny once told me...'nobody breaks the Samma'...well gee mr funny...somebody broke you...and i think perhaps ya just might be a tad blind and incapable of seeing how completely broken you are. and in a perfect world i could just call you up n say something along the lines of 'dude wtf happened to you' and you'd tell me...in that whiney voice you use when you're completely over-stressed and at the end of your rope...exactly what was going on...but this isnt a perfect world. you think you love C. well if you really do...good for you? ill try to smile and nod while choking back on my own bile. cuz thats also what good friends do. doesnt mean i have to like it.
yet if you're just convincing yourself you love her cuz its another one of those way to similar Andrea things...then i need to put on some stilletto boots and kick you in the face.
i find it hard to believe someone can be 'happy' when the smile sparkle laughter and simple glow of being alive has been completely snuffed out of their eyes.
i find it hard to believe someone can be 'happy' when they push away everyone who's even given 2 shits about them.
so mr funny? i effin hate her.
cuz she broke you.
and while ill always be here for you...always...cuz thats what friends do...ima sit n stew for a little while...like you used to do with me and my bad relationship choices...cuz real friends are the ones that tell you the truth...and i could always count on you for that...but now? that part of you is dead too.
it breaks my heart just a little bit.
my go-to guy has been eaten by a bitch with a capital C
and yannow what else honey?
she's just not that into you.
which is prolly the saddest part.
cuz if she were into you as much as you were into her? well sure i'd still blog rant...but it'd be one of those at least he found someone who loves him as much as he loves them...cuz thats all he really wanted...
it pisses me off...that she not only doesnt really SEE you...but thought it best to 'fix' you while she at it.
good thing he cant read this.
ha
im not proofreading.
im not fixing typos.
deal.
