Thoughts

This post is starting without any real direction. So we'll see where it ends up.

Last night was interesting:

I got annoyed and ranted and raved and vented and probably (at least on some level) scared the shit out of that dumb boy of mine. But that's neither here nor there. And not really what I want to talk about. Relationship problems are boring as fuck and usually resolved when someone stops being a dick. In this case it'll probably resolve itself when I stop showing the emotional range of a teaspoon, and he stops with the emotional range of a temperamental 14 year old girl. On her period. On her birthday. Which also happens to be the day of the big homecoming dance. When her boyfriend dumped her two weeks before. In order to go out with her slutty best friend. And her mom. Twice.

Of course, that's entirely exaggerated. But it was fun to write. So fuck you and except my charming metaphors.

In any case. I've realized that I get defensive and downright bitchy when people mention certain topics. Normally, I can blow off most of what people spew in my direction. I largely do not give a shit what anyone thinks about me (as I've probably mentioned before). However, the second someone starts questioning weither or not I'd help a friend/close associate/group I'm interested in while they're in need. I blow a fucking gasket.

It annoys the shit out of me. Because I KNOW if you even know half of the person I am then you'd know better to even suggest that shit to me. Or to insinuate otherwise. Because god fucking knows that I will be there to the best of my abilities. If I can't physically drag my ass over there under the guise of some lame ass excuse, I will electronically harass said person.

Unless due to other circumstances it is best for me to stay the fuck away. But that's not really the point of this.

Anyway. That shit annoys the shit out of me. It annoyed the shit out of me last night. And it's having lingering effects on today. So don't do that shit. If it annoys me for longer than a day, then you know damn well it'd annoy a normal person for a fucking month. And I can be a downright bitch when annoyed. Equal chances of passive aggressive bitchiness and ignoring your entire existence... actually those are probably one in the same. Oh well.

Either way, I've ranted to the internets about it now. I feel better. I also feel better 'cause of my silly extended metaphor of doom. Now, time to go watch pokémon and blow some stuff up in order to fully recover. Toodles internets, I'll probably be back sooner than normal. I have a feeling tonight will be interesting.

Quote of the Day:

"An effective way to deal with predators is to taste terrible."
- Unknown