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For someone whose horoscope says "Your timing is purrfect"
My timing couldn't have been more off.. Not only was my Amie online long before and that too for the whole day, when he was expressively getting bored, but i had also been online... but i was too busy playing games to notice or even check up on him.
Amazing..
But lately i have been going off my Amie, is it a simple case of getting over the lust/like/loathing?
Or is it more firmly rooted in my new policy of taking a break from all manner of flirtations/dates/boyfriends for some time to myself?
Is it entirely possible that i, undoubtedly one of the most boy-hungry females, finally matured? Isn't this what all you SatC-ish people out there say? Emotional Maturity = not wanting guys all the time/ wanting only one guy at the time (but pretending not to want him so that you get those yummy diamonds) ??

Well i guess it only took one repeat semester, one snubbing, one stoned kiss, one stalker and one bassist with phlegm to make me realize that.
Doesn't take much does it?

YOU & me

Damn it, damn you , damn you all!!!

I think i bloody well deserve a break! I have been bored, abused, harassed, depressed and generally been used as everyone's pissing pot.

Pissed from the heat? Yell on me!

Pissed from work? Yell bloody well on me!

Too bloody lazy to get a glass of fucking water??? YELL ON ME WHY DON'T YOU??

Need a hug ? Accost me! Not caring at all whether i am doing work or making a life changing project.. no man, why the hell should you care?

Just come and bloody treat me like the dog. Play with me till your heart desires then just fucking push me away.

For everything i want or want to do, i am an ignorant, greedy, spoiled AND insensitive monster!

However it okay if you blow the grocery bill on hand puppets for a non-existent creche that you may-or-may-not open in the near-or-far future.

Yep.

Everything is fine when its you.

Whether it screaming at elders or not answering the doorbell, YOU are a paragon of virtue beyond reproach! Yet one cheeky hint from me and i'm cast into the conflagration of hell before you can say 'go to hell'.

You are the perfect model of discipline.. the drunken nights, home coming in the morn, brawls, unnecessary force don't really count .

What counts is not being home before dark even if you left in the late afternoon and it was for your beloved school friends whom you haven't met for months.

It pisses me off. When am i going to get my piss pot? I need to piss too! Preferably over someone's head. But no such luck yet.