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Day in the life
Jun. 11th, 2005 12:06 pmDoug sprained his ankle. On purpose. He wanted me to help him pop the bones in his foot, but I refused on the grounds that it could do more harm than good. He got really upset at me that I wasn't "helping" him and now he's hobbling around like a gimp, and wondering why I laugh at him so much. Poor woobie.
This afternoon we're going to Scott's house to hang out. I'm not even sure what we're going to do while there, but I don't much care, either. Scott is fun, even without the accessories. Not that I'm saying no to the accessories (mmmm, Smallville DVD's). I wonder if he has Firefly on DVD? I guess I'll find out.
And now the real reason for this post: I forgive Jenn. No, that's not quite right. I realize now that it was foolish of me to expect Jenn to be something she wasn't just because it was me. I knew who she was and what she had the habit of doing to her friends, and I wanted to think that I was exempt. I wanted to think that I was more important than they were, and that Jenn and I had a healthier friendship that would somehow cure her mental masochism. It still irks me that she wouldn't just get over her issues and that she never called me back ever, but I'm now ready to see her and deal with her without screaming or crying or using the verbal bitchslap superpower.
This afternoon we're going to Scott's house to hang out. I'm not even sure what we're going to do while there, but I don't much care, either. Scott is fun, even without the accessories. Not that I'm saying no to the accessories (mmmm, Smallville DVD's). I wonder if he has Firefly on DVD? I guess I'll find out.
And now the real reason for this post: I forgive Jenn. No, that's not quite right. I realize now that it was foolish of me to expect Jenn to be something she wasn't just because it was me. I knew who she was and what she had the habit of doing to her friends, and I wanted to think that I was exempt. I wanted to think that I was more important than they were, and that Jenn and I had a healthier friendship that would somehow cure her mental masochism. It still irks me that she wouldn't just get over her issues and that she never called me back ever, but I'm now ready to see her and deal with her without screaming or crying or using the verbal bitchslap superpower.