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So me; waving my phone. Making frown lines like I'm on a payroll; glaring at my phone thinking 'don't text me back then, bitch, I'll make my own fun in life'. Then remembering I hadn't sent any *initial* text is a power move...right? I was too strong a women to text in the first place? Idk fuck it, brb: sending a text -_-

FFs

 How you doin'? I'm so drunk I've just DMd the Weeknd (the day before his superbowl performance) telling him 'love ya x' because, apparently, I think it'll matter, because the last time I text my (idk what word to use here; what's the description for a guy who falls inbetween a crush and a signifier of social infertility?) *dude* Imma use dude. Last time I texted my dude he didn't reply but he's probs still colouring his chatacter's pubes in that cyberpunk game everyone hated... Right...?

FYI I later deleted the dm. Thank God for the 'gram.

Uuuugh + Superbowl

 Ffs. When you're texting depressive guys in the middle of the night like 'hope life is good for you' and you get effing ghosted it's like fine. Be sad. Be alone. Hope you're crying right now. All of our psyches are on a knife edge right now but, you'll sacrifice mine to preserve your own. Fair play; happy to know where I stand. Glad I never choked myself on that d. You just do not deserve that shit. #GiveMeStrength (And I wrote this thinking that by the time I clicked 'post' he would have replied but he hasn't. Wish I could hate that prick, AmIRightLadies?)

Also, I'm sorry but Justin SOOOOO meant to pop that nip, yet he got invited back? He's the kid in school who always stole test answers but was quiet so no-one believed he would. Seriously, if this weekend The Weeknd popped my tit out then was like 'lol soz, nevermind', would you never mind again? No, you would not (not least because my tits are probably less impressive than Janet Jacksons, idk, I've not compared them but I don't imagine mine are better).

 

EDIT:

I just verified my own mobile number against this blog account because I'm. That. Fucking. Pathetic, apparently. I waited a fucking hour; and if I were Super Mario I may have got some attention. Uuugh

Further edit:

Well, well, well... I was timely on that Justin slagging, wasn't I? Might curse someone else this weekend and see how that plays out for them next week.

Blah Blah Blah

 Today I'm mostly remembering that time I was the 3rd person in a year (a year in which a significant amount was spent in lockdown, alone, in our own homes) to make a  complaint to senior management about someone and their response was 'Yah, you need to just leave early, k? Thx, bye'. Not legal but very 2020.

So 2020 when...

 You hope someone gets the random shit you're going through. But, apparently, they do not. And you have to falter through it alone... K, fine. But think i'll be trying to gag myself on ur ballz as a response? Wrong? Chivalry isn't dead. You just need to try harder. #gutted. #I Wish I Could Though. # I shame my family nqme

Sober update - Not sure what I was going through here but it seems to have felt pretty effing deep. Damn.

Ugggh

Ok. I'm back at work. Wondering everyday if I should email the guy I work with (who has blanked me - Well let's be fair ignored me socially but stared at me everytime we're in the same room WTF DOES THAT EVEN MEAN?-  since our last date 1 + year ago) if he's survivied the pandemic ok out of curtesy. So I'm that British, apparently.

Also, My company gave me the opportunity to EFF THEM UP (Comms sent a draft copy to be released to public instead of the final copy). I flagged it 'n' fixed it. THEN I find out they screwed over my work BFFL. RAGING. YOU'D BE IN THE SOCIAL MEDIA SEWER IF I'D NOT FORSEEN THIS. YOU DIDN'T DESERVE ME TO REMOVE YOUR WORD COMMENTS INSERTS FROM YOUR 'FINAL' COPY. CUUUUNTS. THINKING OF WAY TO RELEASE THE ORIGINAL WITHOUT BEING SACKED.

WHAT IS EVEN ANNOYING ANYMORE?

WHAT IS ACTUALLY ANNOYING ANYMORE? I DON'T EVEN KNOW! BEING LITERALLY LOCKED IN WITH A NOISY NEIGHBOUR? CHECK. LESS FUCKING MONEY? CHECK! PLANS YOU'VE BEEN PUTTING IN PLACE FOR (IN SOME INSTANCES) 2 YEARS + GETTING FUCKED UP BECAUSE SOME TWAT SOMEWHERE ATE A BAT? CHECK. FUCKING HEEEEEEEEEEELL. JUST LET ME OUT OF MY HOUSE, LET ME (and shit, I never thought I'd say this, and I imagine in a year I'll be like 'omg wish I was at home getting paid to watch netflix again' because bitches be dumb) LET ME GO BACK TO WORK WHILE I STILL HAVE A FUCKING JOB.

AND ALL I CAN THINK IS OMG HOPE MY EX HASN'T GOT CORONA YET. BUT ALSO I HOPE HE HAS. BUT MILDLY. FUUUUUUUUUCK. AND. AND. SHOULD I EVER PROCREATE MY GRANDKIDDIES WILL BE LIKE 'OMG WHAT DID YOU DO DURING THAT TIME?' and I remember asking my great grandma this about WWII and I got amazing stories about amputations and surviving Japanese POW camps. And what will my lineage get? 'Well I drank copious , like literally, actually ridiculous, I mean the people who drank only wine all the time because water was unsafe would be like 'WTF', amounts of wine and binged the following television series...which BTW I can heartily reccommend...'