pissy party

finals out the butt. hating life. busy as hell.

pet-peeve of the moment (other than that hell called "corporations." blech.):

people with selective memory.
and not JUST selective memory, but memory SO SELECTIVE that when you speak the truth the other person either gets pissed at you for "lying" or talks to you like you're crazy and "confused."

case in point:
a friend broke up with her boyfriend. i was there through the whole thing. she told me what he siad, about their fights, etc. i heard the stories of how he would call while they were broken up and blah blah blah. a while later, they, of course, got back together. now theyre happy and so in love and once, in a conversation we were having about said break up i said something to the effect of, "oh, remember how he said X to you??" and she flew off the handle.
"susannah, what are you talking about? dont EVER say that. he would never say that to me." but imagine it in a SUUUUUPER mean, SUUUUUPER condescending tone.

example number two:
i just called because i remember you saying you had an exam on thursday, but i was just looking at the exam schedule and that class is NEXT WEDNESDAY!
the response:
susannah, youre just confused. i knew it was that day all along. you're so funny and confused.


no. im not. you people are confused. i know it sucks to be wrong, but at least i will admit when i am (usually).

people suck.



SUMMER: FIX YOUR EFFING BLOG.