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Wow, that was a doozey! is that even how you spell doozey?... whatever...
At this point I feel I should warn you. The following blog is more of a 'journal' entry; I'm writing it to get it out, not for a response specifically.
Despite the day starting pleasantly enough, I had no way of predicting the shit storm of drama heading my way yesterday. Getting together for a couple of beers and assorted fried things (mmmm... pickle spears) how could this go wrong?
I'll spare you the retarded and pathetic details of our highly public bitch-fest, just picture 3 girls eatting a massive platter of fried foods and yelling at each other about being ungrateful, slutty dykes that are turning into their mothers... well not really, but each of those themes was touched upon.
Once the dust had finally settled and we realized we should have said some shit sooner, blah, blah, blah... my one friend revealed that she is completely insane!
I'm not sure, but I think she may have watched too many 80's movies or something cause she's wasting her life waiting for some guy who totally used her, fucked her over, then fully moved on with his life. Moved on in so far as moved hundreds of miles away to live with his girlfriend he loves and is freaky happy with. I was accused of being a bad friend because I wouldn't help her break them up via some wild a crazy scheme circa John Hughes and told her she should move on with her life... blargh. I'm sorry I don't want you to be with a guy who would totally disrespect you, manipulate you, use you and is known to be a cheater... for some reason I want better for my friend.
I did discover that she is a major trigger for me smoking though... she may need to be... "eliminated".
Oh watever, I've discovered that when drama has no legitimate basis and is beyond all reason ignoring it will 98% of the time just make it go away.
Laters
xoxo ;P