Oh. My. God. I suck more than usual sometimes. Of course what is to follow is entirely hypothetical, but whatever. So I possibly got in a big ole’ fight with someone on Friday. One sided of course and he opted to ignore me after my 1st shittastic text. Don’t worry, I only sent one more even shittier text after that before I threw my phone across the room. Hypothetically of course. Yesterday, however, I get in my head that Senor Dumbass probably has it in his head that I was pissed that he was out with another girl. Which was wrong. It was the fact that he was out with another girl who he felt the need to keep telling me was awesome and cool and good company and that they had a lot in common. Whatever he wrote, all I heard was ‘she’s better than you’. Because I’m cool like that. Really though, the reason I was pissed was because just that day he had told me that he didn’t want to talk about what was currently going on with he and the psycho neighbor. That he just needs time to mope and pout and be alone and that I needed to give him a couple of days. And then lets me know that he’s out, confiding in whoever, having fun and yey for her inviting him out. Uh, you told me you didn’t want to do anything. Whatever. So maybe I felt the need yesterday to let him know that these are the reasons I was pissed. And maybe I threw in a couple other things solely to make him feel guilty. And be shitty. Again, because I’m awesome like that. Of course I didn’t send it. I just obsessed over it all day. Revised it about 427 times and settled on a version that was just the right amount of lame and embarrassing and immature and annoying. Yey me. All hypothetical, of course. And then I woke up pissed again this morning and sent it.
Nope, that’s not why I’m an idiot. It might be why I’m a bitch, but this post isn’t about that. Anyway, I have this awesome habit of changing peoples’ names in my phone when I’m pissed at them. Along the lines of ‘Don’t Call Him’ or ‘He’s An Idiot’ or for the really special ones, ‘Fucking Douchebag’. I find it entertaining and it prevents me from calling or texting them as I see their charming nickname and realize that it’s there for a reason. No biggie as I’m the only person that sees my phone ‘names’. Too bad that I’ve forgotten that my phone syncs with my home computer and of course changes their name on there too.
I sure hope TD enjoyed his craptastic e-mail this morning apparently addressed to ‘I’m A Dumbass – Match’. If I wasn’t so horrified, I’d be laughing my ass off.
The truly sucky thing now is that while I was not going to contact him again (no really), I just had to send him a text apologizing for ‘my friend’ apparently changing his name in my phone and hoping that it didn’t come thru in the address line of the e-mail. Thank god this is all hypothetical though, huh? Otherwise, I might need to seek some serious therapy for my apparent inability to ever let things go. 😉