Pardon My French

Joe is a shitty person.
There I said it, it's out in the open.

On Tuesday we made plans to go to the park, as you know.
He slept until 4, and then ditched me to go "beat someone up and then take some x."

Yeah, he does drugs too. That's great, right?
For whatever reason my mind is stupid enough to go "okay, then we'll hang out on Thursday."
He promised he wouldn't over sleep, and he said he wouldn't ditch me.
So at about 4:30 I finally get ahold of him. Says he has to drop someone off and then take a shower and then come over.
That was honestly the last I heard of him. Oh yes, I did try to get ahold of him again. But he never answered.
He read them, because my phone lets me know, but he didn't answer.
He full on ditched me this time. Didn't even bother to give me an excuse.

I am so, so, so sick of people that do this kind of thing to me. First Sandy, and then Joe.
Still haven't even heard from Sandy.

Shelby is blazing mad at Joe and wants to rip off his reproductive organ, but that would be useless.
He probably doesn't have one.
The only reason I'm able to write this blog without the fear of him reading it is because
A) He wouldn't know where to find it
B) He's probably too stoned out of his mind all of the time to even care about reading it. And if he did read it, he'd probably think it was about a different Joe.
Joe DiMaggio. Boy I hate that guy.Look at how smug he is. "Oooooh I'm Joe Dimaaaagio."

Anyway, yeah. So that's how my week has been going. I was going to confront Joe, but what's the point? If he was a jerk enough to completely screw me over yesterday, he wouldn't care if it hurt me.
I did show myself that I'm growing up, though. I didn't cry about it.
I got pissy and whined about it a bit, but I didn't cry. What's the point?
I've found that tears are like little capsules that hold the pain you feel. When you let the capsules out that are truly holding pain, you feel better in the end because your body is free of the toxic stress.
But when you cry over the small things, you're letting out empty capsules and in turn emptying your body of something that shouldn't have been removed in the first place.
You feel crappier after crying than you did before you started crying.

I think I'm done with boys for a while.
I've moved on.
I found the rodent of my dreams.He's cute AND he's a good kisser. *sigh*Yeah maybe I'm a little mental, shut up.

Anyway I've decided that I need to take a hiatus from playing Left 4 Dead. I've been having a lot of nightmares.
Or maybe not exactly nightmares, just dreams with zombies in them.
The one I'm coherent of happened right before I woke up this morning. I woke up about 5 times last night, but that's normal for me. And that's probably why I'm always exhausted.
But anyway, me and some other zombie killer were on a mission to go pick up this little girl at the end of the highway and bring her back to the safe room. We were told that there were other people along the highway that could be rescued and to save them if we could.
So we're walking down the highway, come across this guy with like 5 kids. I stuff them all in my stroller (yes I had a stroller) and then we keep going.
We find the little girl, start walking back, and then crap gets weird.
Zombies start chasing us hardcore. And we're blam blamming but I only have my stupid pistol so I'm having to shoot them in the head like 10 times.

I also had another dream where there was this couple who got infected and killed their own kids. I don't know. My dreams get pretty disturbing now. I blame video games.

I signed onto fable again. I'd stopped playing to let my real estate investments get me money.
I had 66,000 gold. And so I bought the tavern, because I'm awesome.
And because that means my BEER IS DISCOUNTED, YO.

I've had a lot of fun on Xbox LIVE. Met some cool people. It was actually great this one time. I didn't know which gun to get so this guy Joe (weird coincidence there) goes "Well do you want boom boom, blam blam, or ratatatat?"
I went with ratatatat. Just because that's awesome.
RATATATATATATATATATATATATA

Sorry I got excited.
Excited is an improvement over my previous attitude, so woo.
Here's my previous attitude:
I should go before I ramble myself off the deep end.
I love you guys mucho grande!
And a side of nachos.

OH WAIT A SECOND I'M ADDING SOMETHING HERE.
Craaaaaazy.
I just found out that this site charges 30 DOLLARS for custom headers.
I am seriously underpaid.
I will still do them for free though.
Just ask.
I'm grumbling to myself right now. Seriously, 30 dollars? It takes me 5 minutes in photoshop.
See? Watch this.Click it. It's big.
And it took me 5 minutes.
I can make anything. I made one for Angela using a background she got from that site.
So yeah... just ask if you want one.
They're free, because I love you all.
Or you could send me presents.
Because I love presents.

But they're free, really. And I can do just about anything.