I Rant About Professional Ass Monkeys

i could give a long update regarding just how i spent my weekend but i just realized how dull it would be to write. i imagine that if it's dull for me to write you more than likely wouldn't want to read the damn thing anyway... so i'm just going to comment on things.

saturday night i had a party at my house with my roommates. while drunkenly stumbling out the kitchen i overheard the boy in a discussion about who was more pathetic. his friend had just been dumped by the fellas she moved here for. she'd lived here for three years waiting for it to work out only to have the bottom drop out. the boy said "well, mine dumped me the day that i moved to town to be with her." and there we have it. the secret ingredient in the boy's bitter thoughts towards humanity.

he believes that we're all responsible for the crap that others put us through. in other words... we should know better. that's all poppycock in my opinion but knowing now how poorly he was treated by his first love i'm starting to see exactly where his sour view of romance comes from... experience.

so there's that. there's all the fact that doll and tophalf finally met up with mommylap. i knew that doll and lap would love each other and they did. i had nothing to do with it. it's as easy as sticking whiskey and sprite into a glass with ice cubes and letting them work it out with your innards.

also, i stepped out with my friend sarah on friday night to see the boy's band play at a house party. we had a great time but at the end of the night we still spent an hour parked in the rain talking about her relationship that just ended. she's angry right now. i know that feeling... hopefully she will soon see that she can direct the anger away from herself. it's the same as the boy's school of thought. if someone hurt us or lied to us, cheated on us or led us astray it's our damn fault. i'm sorry but there's no way in hell that's true.

listen, we can't blame what happens to us on other people. on the other hand if we wind up giving our heart and soul to a professional snake oil salesman we shouldn't take all the blame. you take a risk by playing the game but if you're playing against someone who won't follow the rules it's okay to point your finger at them and tell them to kindly take a trip to hell.

there's plenty more for me to write but i'm also behind on fun-fun-fun paper work to do. i miss all of you and love the recaps that mommylap sees fit to share with me.