puppies, teaspoon rage and moi

So last night was very eventful on my end. Even though I stayed home sick, yet a-fucking-gain! I think there might be something really wrong with me. And I know that I’m a hypochondriac, but shit I’m sick. IT WONT GO AWAY! Ugh.

When I got off early I wanted to run to Target to get a new pair or headphones for my iPod. I lost mine and they were broken anyway, point is I’m bitter. I don’t have $30 to drop on new ones. Fucking Apple! I just bought new ones a few months ago, I wont be buying theirs anymore. Hunks of junk!

But that was not possible because I checked my bank account and somehow I managed to spend all of my money this weekend. Stupid me… Plus I knew some things were going to be coming out today, so I panicked and went to my credit union to get some cash for my other checking account. I love running around at night trying not to get overdrafts.

When I got home I knew my body was not up to par. At first I thought I had a migraine or a bad headache. I knew it was worse than that when I was galloping to the bathroom to puke. Very attractive… but something was wrong. Have you ever heard the term “Gargoyle”? Well that’s what I did last night, but technically it was the reverse Gargoyle. To fill you in for the graphic details a Gargoyle is when you have to sit to shit and throw up in a trashcan in your lap. Very attractive! I on the other hand started in the reverse and had a moment of panic where I had to switch very quickly. I hate to be graphic but I need to get this out of my system, just like that needed to get out of my system last night. Oof. I then preceded to text everyone and tell them, I have no shame.

After that episode I decided to watch a movie and take it easy. I got through Meet the Robinsons and most of Pride and Prejudice when I received an interesting phone call. The guy I’m seeing called and broke the news that he’s moving. Ok. Since I’m kind of angry about this I’m just going to type the multitude of things running through my mind about this topic:

Him moving back in with his parents at the end of February… Of course he has been planning this since the end of December and waited until now to tell me.

Not wanting to pay rent so he can save up for a new truck… So he wants to move home so he can get a newer and nicer car. What an ass! I’d love to say that he’s trying to overcompensate for other things but he’s not. The prick!

Him not even sure he will move back to the cities or stay in Austin… Is that a threat on his part?

Him knowing for over two months and not telling me because he doesn’t want drama… Drama? Me dramatic? That’s a bit of a stretch don’t we think? Fucker!

Him getting fired from one of his jobs and not telling me… I guess I don’t care but I mean I would tell him things like that.

Him finishing his finals in March and not going back to finish school, again... What is wrong with him? He’s so close. He’s literally one semester away from getting his Bachelors. Dumb ass!

Me not even knowing where he works because I just want to fuck him… Ok, is that bad? I really don’t care where he works, when people ask me I kind of feel like a dumbass for having to guess. I just don’t care about his personal shit, it’s all about me.

Is that bad? I don’t want to know about his personal life… VBP.

Me being mad about it and not being able to say anything because I don’t have the right… I seriously can’t be mad at him and that pisses me off!

Him secretly wanting me to tell him to stay, that’s pretty obvious… I will not cave though!

Him being excited because he can hang out with his old friends all the time now… Good for your asshole, what do you want a medal?

Him rubbing that fact in my face because he says it’s a long drive… Yet again, is that a threat, because when you told me I was pretty resigned to the fact that we will no longer be fucking. I would never drive 2 hours for ass, I have standards.

So is he saying he wont make that drive back for me?... Jerkoff.

See I am just chocked full of emotions today. No, I do not have the emotional range of a teaspoon thank you very much!

Also last night my Dad said he wants to get another dog, so he had me look up puppies on the internet. He wants a Shorty (mini) Jack Russell Terrier. We already have a Jack Russell and he is my baby! But, of course the lure of a puppy is too much. I’m excited, but I’m not getting my hopes up too much because he’s done this to me before and pulled the rug out at the last second. I have to play this one cool; I’m acting like I’m not excited and doing my searches in secret. I will find one (which they’re kind of rare, shit!) find out all of the info on it and present it to him in a way he can’t refuse. Oof. Deep breaths! I just reread that and I sound like the Godfather of puppies… I’ve always thought Peety could use a little buddy and now it might come true. The only one who is not thrilled is my Mom. She doesn’t want another dog, or she does but not that kind. Tough fucking shit, I want a puppy god dammit!

I couldn’t even bring myself to post yesterday because I was too tired, but today I drank a rockstar and I’m feeling very Chatty Cathy! I just called the house to talk to my mom about the dog thing and she’s acting really weird. I don’t think she wants a dog. I can’t believe it; she wanted a new one like a month ago. Hmmph.