WARNING: The following content of this blog may be offensive. I, and Aaron, just call'em like I see 'em.
New? That would be all the stinking cool stuff we've gotten for the apartment here lately. It's a fresh change of scenery... and yes, we should be saving for a second car, but our place now feels like home. Which that seems to be vital to relaxation after us both working all day. I must admit, when we moved into the new and bigger apartment, it felt more like a temperary place than a home to me. Now we have an area rug down on the hardwood, a floor lamp, new Sony Bravia LED tv, new bedding, new pillows, and a bigger kennel for my turd faced dog. It helps. I don't feel so up-tight after a day at work when I get home. Don't judge me. :)
Use? That would be something that friends DON'T DO. Like "oh hey, I don't want to pay for a hotel... and even though we've been mad at you for not going somewhere when you're wife was sick, we would like to crash in your tiny one bedroom apartment." Then saying yes to one person turns into saying yes to three. And saying yes to one night turns into TWO for one person who drinks all the alcohol that they didn't chip in for... and Listening to what us married people may or may not be up to in the middle of the night and trying to barge in our room to "use the bathroom" when really that means... never mind I'm not going there.
Or Something like "Hey give us a call this weekend and see what we're up to. We'll do something." And calling only to be ignored.
Or "Hey if you guys want to come over for the Superbowl let me know so I can buy things to cook and such" only to get no reply until THE DAY OF when we haven't prepared for guests, we took no reply as being brushed off again. That left us to say "No we weren't expecting guests and we aren't prepared and the house isn't clean and we made other plans" (I'm sorry, I don't put my life on hold for anyone.) Then somebody saying "Oh, then we are just going to ******'s to watch the game then." Just FYI that gives us the impression that you are only looking for a place to go where you don't have to spend money, which would be the reason you didn't join us at the hibachi place the night before. Which, by the way, meant that we had talked to you the night before giving you AMPLE time to give us a reply and for us to get our asses to wal*mart to feed you dudes.
I don't like drama, nor do we have time for it. Neither should you.
Don't mistake this as causing/encouraging drama either.
It's YOUR choice to read this. This is MY blog. This is MY way to rant/vent.
I'm at the point where I don't care who's feelings I step on because mine get stepped on too often.
And guess what I do?
I pick myself up and dust myself off like a big girl.
It's like my mother always told me, "We, in most cases, are always the better friends to people than they are to us. We are too nice for our own good."
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