Monday, July 7, 2008

By The By

Dean won't go away...

We share a birthday, and it was a few days ago. I'm partying with my friends, and I see (after midnight, and when my birthday officially begins) that I got a text. I thought it was from one of my friends who I had just text messaged a few minutes before.

I was wrong.

It was from Dean. The stupid douchebag felt the need to wish me a happy birthday as soon as it was my birthday! He also put that he knows that I hate him and that even thought I may not believe it, he still considers me a friend.

What the fuck? Why? Why, why, why, why, why would you text me?


The only thing that comforts me is that he was probably alone and feeling pathetic when he sent that text. It was precisely at 12:01, so you know he was waiting for it to be midnight to send it.

I deleted it.

Hopefully it will be the last text I ever get from him.

I Am Too Good

I don't mean that in a savvy sort of way. I mean it in a "I love my roommate more than she knows" sort of way. And I mean the sentence before in a completely heterosexual way.

Now that we've gotten that cleared up (right?), I'll tell you why I'm such a good girl.

July 4th was an interesting night. I saw my roommate's ex at a party that I was requested to show up at (or else he would have been at my house at 4am banging on my door), and everything was SUPER TENSE the moment I arrived.

Now, mind you, my 17-year old cousin was with me, so I had to play appropriately.

Okay, back to the story.

So here we are, barely speaking to each other, as usual, and he is FUCKING ME with his stares. Like, he was with some guys across the lawn and I was with some chicks I was hanging out with and I see him looking at me, and the second he catches my stare he looks straight at my crotch and bites his lower lip.

FUCK ME (and I don't mean that in the literal way)! WHY THE HELL DO I HAVE GUYS WHO I CAN'T FUCK WANTING TO FUCK ME?????

I love my roommate.

He and I finally sit next to each other, and when he asks me if he can come over/have sex/blah blah blah me again, I tell him that my roommate/his ex has put the kibosh on us ever sleeping together again.

"She did what?!?!?!" he exclaimed.

Now, he has been trying to get her to let us sleep together again since we slept together, but refused to give either of us each other's phone numbers.

So we exchanged that night.

Let the dirty texts commence!


The best part was that I got to reject him over and over and over again, and it was awesome. On the bad side, some of the stuff he was saying sounded quite interesting, and made me extremely annoyed that he is my roommate's ex as well as, well, who he is.

Let's face it...he's a whore. Always was, always will's who he is. If he wasn't, I don't think I would find this as amusing.

It really is a shame that I can't just use and abuse him. I mean, I can abuse, but really, that can only go so far before one of us says "that's it" or we do something worse, which will hurt my roommate.

And I love her more than the idea of having fun with him, so that's not an option.

Okay Cupid/Fate/Whomever is up there determining who I will get involved with! Send me someone I can actually be with, instead of just tormenting me! The game is fun...I just know it will get old eventually.