stupid stupid stupid him.

I’m not being very successful in restraining myself. GRRRRRRRR. I really can’t stand him. And I think he knows it now. Possibly due to the fact I called him an asshole… but that’s just a hunch. You know what? He didn’t even admit to calling me a stuck up bitch until he asked where I heard that and I said “a friend.” And then he tries to apologize? What is THAT? And tells me I need to have more fun and loosen up? You know what that tells me? It tells me that he does NOT KNOW ME. At all. We’ve “known” each other for two freaking years, and we have no clue who the other is. That’s the type of thing someone says when they never hang out with me… the type of things I get from classmates that only know me in school on the surface. Even if I am a little less loose than others, it’s who I am. And if you don’t like it… go shove it up your butt.

Yes, well, I’ve told him he doesn’t know me. He said, “how could you say that?” So I told him it was just as easy as him saying I was a prude and a stuck-up bitch that won’t drive 40 in a 35. Go me.

If you want to read it, I have it saved. If not, who cares. Jerk.

@~>~>-dreamergrrl