I got broken up with today.

No, not by The Boy. We're fine.

Remember me saying yesterday about my friend Whoreboy? Well, I decided to just say something, cos it'd been 24 hours, and I was still peeved. I tried to be subtle at first, but he persisted in on being a dick, so I just got straight to the point, harsh. He casually blew it off. Basically said he was an asshole for not sucking up his pride and apologizing, but if he can't even do that why does he try to be my friend? And the reaction was basically "I treat you like shit and never apologize because I don't want you around."

Honestly, it didn't ruin my day, but it hurt. The fact that he was hurting my feelings, knew he was hurting my feelings, and didn't give two flying fucks, but was still too much of a pussy to say things between us just weren't that great in the way of a friendship until he was hurting me that bad.

But now I see with hindsight he's been a dick to me that way the whole time. Couldn't break up with me, had to try to get into my best friends pants. Can't remember him ever saying anything to woo me, romantic or just friendly. A couple times he went out of his way to say something mean to me.

I keep wondering though if I'd accept an apology if it were given.

And I have to reach out real quick. Because I came home and just realized that my little drama and angst that was just described to you is nothing compared to the heartache NYC Watchdog over at apileofdogbones.com is going through. I'm a stranger to this man, but when I heard the news my heart broke and I cried like a two year old. I can only imagine how painful this must be for him and those close to him. If I had money, I would totally buy some graphics to support. As I said in comment, words can't express how sorry I am, and my heart goes out to him and his friends & family.

Y'know, there are too many useless people in the world.

Some examples of it in my day today, hm?

My friend Whoreboy. I'd been trying to hang with him and Nessa since Tuesday. Tuesday, he was a dollar short, telling me last minute. Wednesday, his parents said he had to clean the garage. So he said that we'd so hang today. But! Guess which faggot didn't clean his garage like a fucking adult? Whoreboy. I used to blame so much of this shit on his parents being over controlling and, don't get me wrong, they are, but now I see that so much of it is him. Like, I have to do all the fucking work for us to kick it. Really!

Nessa's most recent ex-boy. So some of this is us, but really, by the end, you'll see things my way. Okay, at the beginning of the hatching of this plan, all I knew was "this girl Lettie's trying to cause problems for Nessa," "Ex-Boy is a whiny bitch," and, "Lettie works in the meat department of the grocery store Ex-Boy is a clerk at."

So let's be pests to them back. I have like thirty condoms I have no use for, lets take ten and throw them around, since otherwise their destiny is just a life of condom balloons. We hid wrappers in random places (well, three of them, the rest we poured out of our pockets into a toilet with one more condom) and put the actual condoms in random places (I guess the one idea that was just a little too far was sticking one on top of the tub of gummy worms).

Then, I shoved one more on that prick's car. Cos I've never liked him and now I have a good enough excuse to not like him.

So, some fighting later after (s)Lettie calls us immature (well, we ignored that) and the Ex-Boy cried (there was no shutting Nessa up on that one, because we nicknamed him "Sir Criesalot" for a reason), I learned that Nessa's issues with him is actually that he left pictures of her up weeks after they split so all his friends could say nasty shit about her. Like, "can't turn a ho into a housewife" sort of shit. So, we were being silly, and he's useless and much less of a gentleman than he claims to be, and that's what I'm going to stick to.

I think I had another example but my rant has already lost its momentum...