I don't fully understand where you're trying to steer this. Example:
I'm tired of living with him, I hate his guts, are you getting a house? I need someone to live with. I can't deal with my boyfriend anymore OH WAIT, no, never mind, he's not my boyfriend anymore, I'm single, really. Please pay more attention to me.
Then I counter with whatever "hm" type response I can think of, and end with "We can smoke a joint after work if you want".
I get back:
Uh, I don't know. I'm not allowed to smoke up without him around.
So yeah, I have no idea what the hell you're trying to accomplish, but you aren't very good at it. Who the hells asks if they can live with you, but won't light one up?
The best part is when I come back into work and the other one yells at me "WHY DON'T YOU TALK TO ME WHEN THAT OTHER GIRL IS AROUND?"
Here's a tip. It's cause you talk in a way that requires me to type in either all caps, or without using the spacebar, and that tires me the fuck out to repeat verbatim. Seriously, can't we just all be friends?
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Turns out that she was eventually trying to steer this into me taking the blame for some other guy's kid, haha.
ReplyDeleteHoly shit, I'd almost forgotten that. Chels turned out to be Sam Gabriel's half sister. Hah, fuck, man.
ReplyDeleteYeah, I remembered right. She was terrible.
ReplyDeleteNever hook up with someone for the first couple weeks.