so, she and i are official broken up...again. long story. of course, this breakup coming after she comes to the club last saturday, pulls me into the office, and declares that she wants to marry me and spend the rest of her life with me because she loves me so much.
i couldn't go with the family last saturday to my grandfather's birthday dinner, so i was thinking of going myself tomorrow to visit and say hi...after all, they (grandparents) are the only sane people left in the world to whom i would spare their life when i takeover the world. they're going to be expecting her to come along. i don't want to tell anyone about this nonsense yet, since we'll probably be back together again this weekend.
man...bad times. bad times. i wish she wasn't a psychotic freak...she wasn't like this when we first got together.
and of course, now i have to deal with this arrogant little prickish asshole at the club...thinks he's the queen of the prom and running the show. some little kid, who followed ME up there, is an overglorified janitor/bartender with a set of keys. he's ALWAYS playing it up, ALWAYS trying to be involved. he took off last weekend so i was "in charge". no problems, no nothing. i did what i always do at the club and did nothing pertaining to "management" save for counting the money at the end of the night. the night was GREAT without his stupid ass there ordering me around. i don't want to complain to the boss about him...i want to be professional about it.
bah.
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i couldn't go with the family last saturday to my grandfather's birthday dinner, so i was thinking of going myself tomorrow to visit and say hi...after all, they (grandparents) are the only sane people left in the world to whom i would spare their life when i takeover the world. they're going to be expecting her to come along. i don't want to tell anyone about this nonsense yet, since we'll probably be back together again this weekend.
man...bad times. bad times. i wish she wasn't a psychotic freak...she wasn't like this when we first got together.
and of course, now i have to deal with this arrogant little prickish asshole at the club...thinks he's the queen of the prom and running the show. some little kid, who followed ME up there, is an overglorified janitor/bartender with a set of keys. he's ALWAYS playing it up, ALWAYS trying to be involved. he took off last weekend so i was "in charge". no problems, no nothing. i did what i always do at the club and did nothing pertaining to "management" save for counting the money at the end of the night. the night was GREAT without his stupid ass there ordering me around. i don't want to complain to the boss about him...i want to be professional about it.
bah.
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