I want to write about how much fun last night was. I want to write about how I had this great party and played skee ball and all my friends were there. Unfortunately, i can’t write that post.
Somewhere around 9:30 my friends kind of bailed. Somewhere around 11:30 I fell asleep, after boyfriend and I got home at 1030 from a delicious dinner on 8th street at Las Placitas where we sat outside and I pretty much froze my ass off.
Prior to that though, we had gone to get beer. Boyfriend picked up an awesome ice cream cake during dinner (the perks of sitting outside?) We went to a wine tasting, we went for a long walk, we slept in and he made me an awesome brunch.
Somewhere between Friday night and now, a friend of mine made me out to be the bad guy in the demise of our friendship which is funny because I see the exact opposite. And perhaps saying “too much has happened between us” is the easy way to describe it. There’s a lot of back history here. I’m not going to get into it, it’s not worth it but uhhh me yelling? Because I get an email at 5pm saying someone can’t be here for some mundane reason? Should not…hurt you. When ummm…I’ve lost weekends waiting for you with no phone call. Just because one learns to call to say they can’t make it? Does not a good friend make. I’ve written about it here. In case you want some background. Not much has really changed since then in case you were wondering. I guess this answers the question about friendship break ups.
I’m angry. I’m bitter. I’m resentful. But most of all? I’m pissed that it’s being blamed on me.
Did I mention I got my first anonymous comment? ha! I sent an angry email back calling them a douchebag for posting anonymously. Cowardly bastard.
And it’s still my birthday. Says me.
So? I went to Target. Like any bummed out girl would. I got a cute pair of pink capri pants, a new pair of tan capri pants (i need them for work), two new bras, some make up, a couple of other things and some food. Then I went to CVS after getting off the metro and got a couple of other things.
I had a couple of good conversations with sister, boyfriend, and J – a friend from college who I found out sent me my mystery flowers but sent them to my old house. So I don’t have them yet but wow! Two bouquets of flowers? That’s freakin’ awesome. I adore her and might be going up to Boston over memorial day weekend to see her for her wedding shower! Yay! Impromptu second bachelorette for J!!! 
Ugh, now i’m watching season 8 of ANTM with freakin’ Jaslene. Gawd she annoys the crap out of me. Latin America’s next top model my ass hole whore.
I really should go to church to make myself feel better. I know I will but I don’t…really feel like it. Oh well. I’m going to go eat some of my birthday cake that boyfriend managed to melt…he put it in the fridge instead of the freezer last night when we went to bed. Booo. Silly boyfriend. A for effort though! He knows how much I love cake
