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The Hour Limit

I think there's something wrong with the boys' internal clocks. I feel like there is an hour limit to how long you can know one before he releases a whole lotta crazy. I swear to God, I just had a flood of awkward, ill-conceived moral notions, "anger management issues," and ridiculous attempts to impress me. Dude, bro. Not fucking cool. 

I give up. 

Seriously dude, what am I supposed to think when you tell me that "I get angry and punch refrigerators"   besides  "epic fucking doucherod?" No. Not even a douche. Not even a tool. A dork. Just a fucking baby of a dork.



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Apr. 15th, 2010 07:27 pm (UTC)
This is not a deal breaker! Don't do it.
Apr. 15th, 2010 07:28 pm (UTC)
That icon makes the whole post angrier than it was intended. I am sorry.
Apr. 15th, 2010 07:58 pm (UTC)
Yeah, no, I got it! (PS, I fucking LOVE that icon)

It isn't just that. He's such a smotherer! This morning: four texts, a private facebook message AND a public one.

I don't care if you think that fucking snake is cute
I don't care that you want to rub my goddamned head
I don't care that you're naked
I don't care that you're flexing
I don't care that you think your teacher has a big neck
I don't care that some guy gave you a dirty look at Subway
I don't care that you called him a tool
I don't care that the girl he was with was skanky.
I might, if I didn't have seven hundred of these texts a day, but DO get them. I mean, I have a 200 text limit for my inbox/outbox/sent texts, and HE'S FILLED THAT LIMIT THREE TIMES IN TWO DAYS.

But that's not the worst! We also had a conversation last night about how I'm pretty laid back about "relationships" and how I really don't respect the concept. I respect the people, but I won't go out of my way to honor a relationship. Now it's like he's trying to mark his goddamned territory.

He insisted on sitting next to me in class today, which isn't bad, but then talking through the teacher's instructions and monitoring my every move. THEN he insisted on walking me out to my car, also not bad, but then I wound up giving him a ride home. Please don't walk me to my car. I can make it there on my own.

He also is chivalrous to a fault. It is not your job to protect me. Protect me from what? I DON'T EVEN FUCKING KNOW. There is nothing to protect me from. Also, "I never get angry in front of girls." This is coming from the boy who says that he has bouts of rage that cause him to lose control and punch walls/common kitchen appliances. IF YOU CAN SELECT WHEN THE RAGE REARS ITS UGLY HEAD THEN YOU CAN SELECT TO NOT PUNCH THE FRIDGE. There's no reason for him to be destructive.

I don't know. I'm not calling it a bust yet. I'm going to just speak to him very little in the next two weeks. He and I will both cool down. He'll hopefully stop being so fucking deep/i> and appliance-punchy, and hopefully I won't want to stab his tonsils out with a fork inserted into his goddamned anus.
Apr. 15th, 2010 07:59 pm (UTC)
So I guess "I give up" should have actually read "I postpone and defer any and all potential and current emotional attachment for the time being, and I reserve the right to hate you forever if I find need to."
Apr. 17th, 2010 01:59 am (UTC)
Never mind. I gave up.
Apr. 16th, 2010 03:45 am (UTC)
He sounds like a creeper.
Apr. 15th, 2010 09:11 pm (UTC)
Just use a ball gag when you sex him up. :p
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