So I went to the movies last night. I showed up early. Complete with to-go cocktail totally unnoticeable in my big green plastic cup. I know, I’m so friggin’ klassy! Anyway, as I’m sitting and waiting for my friend, I am getting text after text from TD who has suddenly felt the need to justify to me why he has opted to give the bitch neighbor a 4th chance. Yes, you’ve read correctly. They’ve broken up 4 times in 4 years. I will not bore everyone with his ridiculous reasoning, but let’s suffice it to say that I don’t think he’ll ever leave her as ‘he’s doing it for his kids and he doesn’t want to let them down again’. Or at least that’s what he tells me. Some of his reasoning is so completely retarded that I am at a loss. Again. And think he might possibly be the weakest man alive. Yeah, needless to say, this friendship thing probably isn’t going to work out as I have no clue how long I can go without telling him how big of a pussy I think he is. Whatever. For now, at least, you can be proud of me in that I’m taking the high road and just wishing him well and letting him know that I hope everything turns out the way he wants it to. Gotta love a little play on words action….
Back to my date! We went to see what I thought would be the worlds most ridiculous movie, My Idiot Brother. It was actually pretty darn funny! It was nice to go out, laugh, watch a mindless movie and not worry about boys or dating or creepy e mails or ‘daily matches’ that resemble a chain gang or any of the other shit that I give way too much room in my head for. I didn’t care what I looked like (although I looked darn cute if I do say so myself), what I wore or how my hair looked. I didn’t care that I probably shouldn’t have eaten that other half of the subway sub that I was saving for lunch today. I wasn’t totally paranoid that I kinda forgot to put on deodorant after my shower. I know, TMI, get over it. I like me sooo much better when I’m not all stressed out or preoccupied. Too bad it doesn’t happen more often.
After the movie I came home and ordered 2 killer red dresses online. One totally fitted and knee-length with an asymmetric neckline and 1 cap sleeve. The other will be AWESOME on my cruise. Bright red, short, one shoulder with this amazing flowy one sleeve thing going on. Yeah, I’m THAT girl who dresses so the whole room will turn around and look when I walk in. It’s one of the few times that I am totally confident. And one of the few times I am able to impress before I open my big stupid mouth and insert my foot and scare people away with my
abhorrent sparkling personality. 😉 Anyway, I realize that I am usually 1 season behind in trends, but I’m not trendy. I know what I like, but apparently just not in guys or in fashion until it’s on its way out of fashion. Oh, I guess kinda like guys…….
The only thing that would have made the night better would have been for TD to try to figure out why he wants my approval so much on his fucked up ‘date the next door neighbor who treats him like shit’ or to at least stop trying to get me to ‘like’ her. That’s never going to happen and by his repeated attempts at doing this, he’s only succeeding in getting me to like him less. For that, I guess, I should thank him……