OVER IT. *

EDIT: OVER IT.  Got stoned, watched anime, slept for a really long time, and life is good again.  Or fine.  Or good.  Something.  Sent a text to Clint apologizing for being bitchy (he sent me an explanation I didn’t mention–he was sick and didn’t want to text about poop so they lied and said they were going to Home Depot.  It’s just doubly weird, because before I left to find DW, he mentioned needing to poop so they left to go do that so it was slightly disjointed for him to SUDDENLY not be okay texting about poop when he was just talking about it?), and yeah, that’s all.

Except I’m gonna have to have a conversation or several with DW, assuring him it had nothing to do with him, except he’s not going to believe me and will file this away as "one of those times she wanted more than I gave."

When I was leaving, I was like "You should go back in there and have fun, I’ma go home" and he’s Like "Well, I think I’m gonna stayhere…"  As though I had just asked him to come with me or some shit.  And I was like "I know, bye now" because uh duh you’re staying here, you just got here, and what about me saying "you should stay here, I’m going home" implied I was trying to TRICK YOU INTO COMING WITH ME for fuck’s sake?!  I WANTED TO BE AWAY FROM THE HUMAN RACE AND YOU ARE INCLUDED IN THAT, but he said it in that way, like I was putting him out for even making him confirm that he was staying, which I DIDN’T FUCKING ASK HIM TO DO.

He’s already told me he won’t believe what I say over his "instincts" anyway so the conversations will be pointless, but he’ll initiate them, pretend to hear what I say, and then store His Version in there instead and probably use it against me later when I actually DO want something, hooray.

But that, from what I can tell, is the only fallout from the shittiest day ever that is now over HOORAY.

Gonna make coffee, then probably get stoned, put on a bikini for the first time in, um, when did I visit Jersey? and go to Alki.  It’s a beach.  Full of beach people.  If I can find an outside bar with seating (good luck on one of 6 sunny weekends in Seattle) I’ll get a couple drinks and watch half-naked dudes play volleyball and wonder if I’ll ever get to have sex again.  Yay!

EDIT: I bet my neighbors hate me when I’m trying to perfect a mix.  Same dozen songs over and over again in different orders YAAAAY.

(I really shouldn’t be working on it right now or it will just turn into an MSI playlist.  "Everyone hates you.  EVERYONE HATES YOU!!!")