anniesavage

It's official, i'm my own worst enemy.

I have an unhealthy obsession with turning everything Tony an I ever work on jointly into a battle, even though (or possibly because) I always lose. This time it was'nt even a joint job. I'm making the posters to publiscise the rugby team for fresher's week this year, im not bad at art but i suck at IT so Tony installed a program for me and i made a few, which i then couldn't save. The program, as it turns out, is fucked up. So, out of the goodness of his heart Tony made one of them, taking my ideas, but making the final product better than i'd actually envisioned it. (Yes, iIknow I should be happy about this, but i'm not).

This is someone who i have never in three years managed to Help. It has been made painfully clear to me at every offering of help that my help is not needed, or wanted. I on the other hand usually end up with his help whether I want it or not (and in his defence, i do usually need his help with something or other). However this time i felt like i could'nt really refuse any way.

So fuck it, now i can either choose to be the bigger person and put up Tony's posters, letting the rugby team get the kind of publicity they deserve, or i can do what i want which is to 'forget' to print his so that no one has to know that a) he bailed me out again, and b) yes, he is better at absolutly everything than me.

Damnit, this is my own bastard fault. I should've have said when he started i didnt need any help I'm just gonna have to bite the bullet and mature into a 'Good Person' for this one. Fuck.

I'm gonna need some whisky.