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Title of the Piece: Buttons Painted at 1:30 p.m. on 2007-10-22
If there's one thing I really hate, it's people pushing my buttons on purpose. Boyfriends best friend is one person who loves to push buttons... so we had a nice little arugment on Saturday- best friend and me. I'm getting slightly irritated with him because he's always down in the dumps, knows what he needs to do to fix it, but won't. So everytime just Boyfriend and I go out with him, the conversation turns to relationships. He's the total "lost puppy dog" type and that gets old after awhile. He also falls in love within about 3 weeks of meeting someone- also gets old. I'm fine hanging out with him and Boyfriend one night in a row, but two is too much for me, I need other company so they can do their boy talk and I can have girl talk or hell, just non-button pushing talk. Best Friend is also ALWAYS getting hurt. Totally preventable stuff (falls off his bike a lot) and most recently he cut his finger tip off at work. Granted that was more of an accident, but he did admit that he likes being hurt so people will pay attention to him. Yet another reason he needs therapy. He is nice, so I shouldn't be so mean, but the whole puppy dog, woe is me attitude gets boring. Newish subject- Dad's wife. She told us this weekend how when her daughter is in the next town over visiting her boyfriend, my dad and her will make up an excuse to go there to make sure Step-Sister is really doing what she says she is. Nice spy, don't trust your kid, work there. My dad never, ever did this to me or Gretl, so I'm not sure why he's on board now. Oh yeah, she'll get mad if he's not. Also, considering they're too poor to pay Gretl's loan, I can't quite figure out why then they can afford a brand new computer or $2000 worth of furniture. Hm, doesn't add up to us. Can't I just win the lotto? I'm not asking for a ton, just enough so me and Gretl no longer have to worry. Oh how I'd love that. Starts with a Brush then comes a stroke. Squeaky - 2009-06-17 |