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impygotta get away from here
If I were a cat, my tail would be doing that frantic twitching that says, "back.the.fuck.off." For good measure, I'd add a bitch at the end. Not happy am I.
I wish I were psychic and it wasn't just that people I don't even know all that well are just too damn predictable. Guess who is staying out all night again tonight? Indeed. Ryan. Woo. I'm not sure what bothers me most about this. Is it..
A) He's spent the last three nights [at least] whinging about me having to go to work and now he's going to spend the first half of my day off out with other people?
B) That Cass and company will move heaven and earth to see him and include him in all sorts of things, and yet any other Saturday night, even if I had the night off, they'd just flat out ignore me? That again I'm the one shoved aside, looking in and thinking, "If only..."?
C) That I'm worried I'm going to get some call from Cass later on [either tonight or weeks from now] saying, "Hey, Ryan did -this- and -that- and those will be things he swears up and down he doesn't do anymore and bam. He'll be a liar, or she'll be a liar, and I can't figure out which one it'll be because they've both taken great pains to lie to me in the past? Which, I admit doesn't paint them in the best light, but they both got busted in their lies at the same time a few years ago, and because I'm me, I still remember enough to know that things. Were. Not. Good.
All of the above? None of the above? Bah. I don't know. I'm leaning towards a smidge of all of the above. Holly knows I'm tired of having to ignore the nagging feeling that sometime tonight I'm going to get a call from C-ass and I'm going to just go off, man.
as I took him in my arms, he screamed I'm not insane, I'm just looking for someone to understand my pain...
Oddly enough, I've found that when Princess [my brother in this case] is seriously distressed, I get that way too. Since his ass got dumped, and probably will have to deal with his bestfriend and his [ex]girlfriend hooking up, he ain't a happy camper.
Or else I'm a drama queen. Yessss. It could be that. I thought I'd kicked that habit awhile ago. Damn. It.
Also, not loving this new Five for Fighting CD. Not hating. But not in love with. Sigh.
Now. Do I sleep until 11 and thus ensure I will not go to sleep after getting off work [leading to me being a very pissed off Imp when/if his majesty appears], but also making sure that I don't stumble around work like I'm a zombie... or do I stay up, ensuring I'll sleep tomorrow morning [hopefully], but upping the possibility that I'll be dead on my feet at work?
Here is your horoscope for Sunday, July 18:
That touchy issue about an intimate matter that has recently reared its ugly head once again? Not to worry. Ignore it, and it really, truly will go away. Start now.
Wheee.
If I were a cat, my tail would be doing that frantic twitching that says, "back.the.fuck.off." For good measure, I'd add a bitch at the end. Not happy am I.
I wish I were psychic and it wasn't just that people I don't even know all that well are just too damn predictable. Guess who is staying out all night again tonight? Indeed. Ryan. Woo. I'm not sure what bothers me most about this. Is it..
A) He's spent the last three nights [at least] whinging about me having to go to work and now he's going to spend the first half of my day off out with other people?
B) That Cass and company will move heaven and earth to see him and include him in all sorts of things, and yet any other Saturday night, even if I had the night off, they'd just flat out ignore me? That again I'm the one shoved aside, looking in and thinking, "If only..."?
C) That I'm worried I'm going to get some call from Cass later on [either tonight or weeks from now] saying, "Hey, Ryan did -this- and -that- and those will be things he swears up and down he doesn't do anymore and bam. He'll be a liar, or she'll be a liar, and I can't figure out which one it'll be because they've both taken great pains to lie to me in the past? Which, I admit doesn't paint them in the best light, but they both got busted in their lies at the same time a few years ago, and because I'm me, I still remember enough to know that things. Were. Not. Good.
All of the above? None of the above? Bah. I don't know. I'm leaning towards a smidge of all of the above. Holly knows I'm tired of having to ignore the nagging feeling that sometime tonight I'm going to get a call from C-ass and I'm going to just go off, man.
as I took him in my arms, he screamed I'm not insane, I'm just looking for someone to understand my pain...
Oddly enough, I've found that when Princess [my brother in this case] is seriously distressed, I get that way too. Since his ass got dumped, and probably will have to deal with his bestfriend and his [ex]girlfriend hooking up, he ain't a happy camper.
Or else I'm a drama queen. Yessss. It could be that. I thought I'd kicked that habit awhile ago. Damn. It.
Also, not loving this new Five for Fighting CD. Not hating. But not in love with. Sigh.
Now. Do I sleep until 11 and thus ensure I will not go to sleep after getting off work [leading to me being a very pissed off Imp when/if his majesty appears], but also making sure that I don't stumble around work like I'm a zombie... or do I stay up, ensuring I'll sleep tomorrow morning [hopefully], but upping the possibility that I'll be dead on my feet at work?
Here is your horoscope for Sunday, July 18:
That touchy issue about an intimate matter that has recently reared its ugly head once again? Not to worry. Ignore it, and it really, truly will go away. Start now.
Wheee.
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Date: 2004-07-19 06:55 am (UTC)You could tell Cassandra not to talk to you about Ryan and that if she does, you're going to hang up on her. And then procede to do so? :$ You need to set up boundries or people will walk all over you :$
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Date: 2004-07-24 07:37 am (UTC)"B) That Cass and company will move heaven and earth to see him and include him in all sorts of things, and yet any other Saturday night, even if I had the night off, they'd just flat out ignore me? That again I'm the one shoved aside, looking in and thinking, "If only..."? "
I get that all the time. It sucks and people suck. That's all :p.