whoever invented text messages should be shot in the face by me.
i've spent most of my day [my day off none the less!] arguing with josh over text messages. ugh. [insert big huge groan of despair here].
why are boys so dumb? all we want is for you to listen, for you to care about what we're saying, and then thats it. i don't want your opinion on something i'm venting about, i just want you to listen and care and be nice to me while i'm angry and upset, and when its over, drop it, don't bring it up. its not your thing to bring up. its not your right to criticize or offer advice. god knows i didn't fucking ask you to begin with.
can you tell i'm fustrated? i am. i'm just...gar...its bad enough my whole body is tense and sore from starting work again, now i can be tense on the inside too, because you piss me off! argh!!!!!
i guess things can only get better....? well hopefully it will. and i heard from misti. yay!
oh and you know what is fucking classic? when they try and blame you for talking about all this shit. when all you did was tell them that something that happened and then they start in with the comments and advice and criticism. and he has the fucking balls to tell me he has work to do, you've been texting me since 12pm, and now suddenly you have work to do. bitch please.
argh, nothing like an angry entry,
dani
edit-he emailed me and apologized and explained why he was saying all those things that made me angry. we talked on the phone for a bit, things are cool. i can't believe he actually apologized, he has only done that a few times. so things are cool.
loves
music [if it was a religion, i'd already be a member]. chuck palahniuk and haruki murakami books. my cat gwen. my dell dj. my family. my friends. trent reznor & NIN. gwen stefani.
hates
people who focus way too much time on being thin. people who aren't obsessive about music. homophobes. close-minded people.