evilette

Well, he texted me back. Took several hours. I was fast asleep, but he texted me back.
So fiance is getting her birthday present (which I have yet to wrap) and I guess I'm sticking to the beautiful card I picked out for my Auntie.
I am in the process of (via text) confronting the bitch who chose a lonely dog over a crying human. I think it would escalate into an arguement if I called her. It may escalate into one via text but *shrug*.
The bitch was wayyyyy in the wrong and if she had any sense she'd know it.
Call some one a friend then drop them off still crying cus your dog is home alone (note: *home* as in inside and safe) in the new house for the first time.
Ohh poor fucking dog.
I'm sure I'd have more empathy for him if I wasn't tossed off like a used condom (ok, I'm exaggerating-a bit) so Mama could go check on her perfectly safe baby.
Cunt.
That's my new word. I don't like the word. But I'm using it. I don't know why.
But tomorrow is Thanksgiving and I'm pretending there's not a huge mess with who's going where tomorrow and probably staying at my mom's.
So yay Thanksgiving!
. . .. fucking bitch hasn't texted me back. .. .
I really don't think I'm going back to that group. Helpful as the bookwork is, the people are shit.