michellinabelle

due to popular demand...this is what happened with the text message breakup..



so the kid is supposed to come out here sunday night.
i get a phonecall later on that night saying, "i have shit to do with the band on monday so ill just come monday night...i gotta go ill call you at 12"

ok thats fine, i understand, talk to you at 12....(no specifications of am or pm)

so i wait for am.
no phonecall

check the phone after pm
no phonecall

whatever.

call him later on to see whats up
no answer

call him hours later to see if hes still coming
no answer


this preceeds to me being extremely plastered and finishing a bottle of disaronno to myself and a few soco shots. being that monica's family is in aruba and im on a 10 day drinking binge

i get a text at 2am. "im so sorry for making you wait all day baby i promise ill explain everything tomorrow"

"are you even coming tomorrow" - me
"no im not coming." - him
"ok what the fuck happened?" - me
"ill tell you tomorrow" - him

then i went on this long bitchy rant about how i was drunk and would at least appreciate a phonecall or text if he has plans with me and cant hang out out of courtesy. any other day i wouldve been like fuck it hes busy whatever. but if you have plans with me...at least let me know wtf is going on.

basically he was like "i know i dont blame you for being mad im sorry"

whatever

next day rolls around and i call him when i wake up.
here we go again with the phone tag and what else is new NO ANSWER.

so later i just text him and im like "im not gonna be a bitch just let me know wtf is up."

"im sorry ive been avoiding you all day. ill call you at 9 i promise." - him
"ok...should i be worried about anything?" - me
"no. i didnt cheat or anything like that." - him
"ok...does it have to do with us?"- me
no answer
"so..im guessing thats a yes by the lack of an answer from you" - me
"we just need to talk. but i didnt cheat or anything." - him

now, im not stupid, growing up with all guy friends my whole life, i obviously know what this is going to lead to. so why prolong it?

"so im guessing this is going to end in us breaking up. bc thats what it sounds like." - me
no answer
"and from you not answering it sounds like it even more." - me
no answer
"so if thats the case could you just call me now and get it over with?"
no fuckin answer.

once again WHATEVER.

so im awaiting 9pm for the time being to figure out my fate *shudders* lame.

so me, monica, elise, and debbie drive to brooklyn bc we're going out on vadim's boat with him and his gf. it was a gorgeouss night and we had an 18 pack of bud and we were set (i had a feeling id need the alcohol)

mind you this night i started taking shots at 7pm


anyway...im on the boat and i get a text that says "listen i like you, i just dont know if i rushed into things too fast with you"

is he serious?

"ok and when did you start feeling like that?" - me
"a week ago." - him

i was at his house a week ago. and after all this drama i realize i gave that fuck my old ipod a week ago too cause i bought a new one. grrrr

"ok, any particular reason?" - me

id like to know what goes on in his head about me at this point.

"it wasnt you.....i just lost interest." - him

ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!?!?!?!?
fuck him. im about a million times more interesting than him and his stupid fucking friends who drive around jersey all night smoking weed and being retarded. i think the only thing interesting we ever did together was go out to eat. oh and we went to the beach out by my house. at least i do things with my fucking life and im going back to fucking school. i sing, i dance, i act, i write, i have a job, i go out and do things and give him his space and time with his friends bc i need the fucking same. the funny thing is he thinks he can sing. and thinks he'll be famous or some shit.

its ok.

when im in an opera house making 1500 a night for my singing. he'll kiss my fucking ass.
the whole issue of this is not even me being pissed that we're not together.
this is me being pissed he fucking broke up with me in the stupidest fucking way possible.
at least have the decency to say it on the phone. which i would understand bc he lives so far away.
grow some balls.
stop being a pussy.
man the fuck up.


so in response to the last message i say, "haha ok thanks for the text message breakup. well im gonna go now im under the verazzano bridge on vadims boat with everyone drinkin beers right now, so i guess ill talk to you whenever....bye."

that fucking asshole is not getting the satisfaction of me being upset over a fucking text message breakup. fuck that shit. i have much better fucking things to do with my life than mope around over some DOUCHEBAG who apparently doesnt have a brain cell left enough to think properly and comprehend that HE IS PATHETIC for not even calling me to say it. WHEN HE WAS USING HIS PHONE ANYWAY!!!!!




on a lighter note, im going to long beach today. some shopping at unsound and a day on the beach will do me good. =)

fuck guys =D