ihavebeenfloated

OMG ITS SATURDAY NIGHT WOOHOO THE WEEKEND YEEEAHHHHH FUN TIMES DO JACK SHIT ALL WEEK AND THEN THE WEEKEND AND WHEEE!

And so my girlfriend takes off at 10:30 PM on a Saturday night to go out with some exboyfriend(s?) and a bunch of other douche bags so she can sit around and watch them drink… because that’s a lot more fun than hanging out with me after not seeing me all week. That’s awesome. Our relationship kicks ass.

She got all hurt when I was obviously upset by the news, saying, “Well you can tell me not to go if you’re going to be upset.”

Yeah, OK… As if you would tell me not to go. Oh, wait, you wouldn’t tell me not to go, because I would never do that to you. If I see that you’re upset.. actually, you wouldn’t even have a chance to get upset, because I would know how fucked up that is and I would know in advance that you would be upset, so I wouldn’t even spring it on you or ask you at all.

But I’m just that kind of person I guess.

I even said, “I shouldn’t have to tell you not go, you should just know.” Which is, you know, doublespeak for “you really shouldn’t go, and at this point you’re pretty stupid if you go.” And she goes anyway.

What the fuck.