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Wednesday, November 14, 2007
What the fuck is wrong with me?Why do I do this to myself?I just spend the entire fucking morning ranting about my fucking useless boyfriend when I should be learning lines. 3 fucking hours, just venting my frustration. And I'm still mad. Why can't I be more productive with my anger? All over some useless un-romantic un-initiative insensitive inconsiderate thickhead who's caught up in his own perspective. FUCK!!In the 6 months we've been together, he's never given me so much as a bunch of weeds, and he's given his female worker flowers cuz he felt bad for calling her into work with less than 24hrs notice. And he finishes work late and knows I'm waiting for him to come home so we can have dinner together, but he chooses to stay back 1 1/2 hrs to have beers with his workmates, without so much as a phonecall to inform me. And I'm sitting at home, starving, waiting for him, while he's having a jolly good time getting drunk.And he says he'll get up earlier in the morn for me, but clearly he's forgotten all about it as he turns his alarm off and rolls over back to sleep.While I wake up at 715am to drive him to work, 40mins each way, because the train doesn't run that early for him to train in, and if he drives in, it'll take him 2 hrs to get home in peak traffic.And I did his laundry for him cuz he asked me to.And I say I'm coming over for dinner, and he says he's starving but he'll have a slice of pizza to quell e hunger while he waits for me to arrive and go get dinner with him. And when I ring when I'm on the way, he wants to finish up his pizza cuz he can't be bothered waiting for me and leaves me to get my own dinner. (c.f. with me starving my guts out while he has a jolly good drinking session)What. The. Fuck. Is. Wrong. With. Me.Why the fuck do I put up with this shit? He doesn't even satisfy my urges. It's fucked. Alrite, enough ranting, I need a shower to cool down. I am so stark raving mad right now it's not funny.I hate men. A fucking lot of wankers. Most of them anyway.
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