there is a part of me that is not reasonable. there is a part of me that doesn’t give a damn about anyone or anything else. there is a part of me that takes what it’s told as rock and when it isn’t…. well…. i did mention it isn’t reasonable, right?
preliminary disclaimer #1 — there is not a single person on this planet who owes me a fucking thing.
that said, don’t tell me you’re going to do something unless you intend to do it. and if you get distracted, sidetracked, what the fuck ever, have the sense not to do it at a place where i can see you’re there. and have the sense not to write me later and tell me you’ve been busy when ‘busy’ is putzing around on myspace.
holy fucking hell. if i’m going to blow someone off, i’m going to flat out tell them, ‘hey, i totally blew you off. got wrapped up in playing around on myspace and next thing i knew, it was bedtime.’
especially when you know i’m going to be a stupid idiot and sit here and fucking wait for you.
bah. no. nevermind. it isn’t really your problem or issue if i’m a stupid idiot who sits here and waits for you, is it?
you see? you see?!? this. this is my problem. stupid, silly me, i think, ‘surely they’ll tell me if they aren’t going to make it.’ and so i sit here and wait. because i just KNOW they aren’t going to completely blow me off, stand me up. they just… won’t. they’re not like that. they’ll at least let me know unless something awful has happened or they’re in trouble or something.
hah. well fuck me. wrong again, ain’t i?
you’d think i’d learn. damn it to hell. i WILL learn.
oh the hellion is out of the pit now. insisting on some blood. get the hell away from me. just… don’t… even… try.
bixby had nothing on me. believe it.