Me and the girls went out last night, and shook our boo-tays!

It was fun really.

And talk about a workout!

WooHHHah!

So, yeah, I had cooled off, and gotten ok about Lowell, and let the fear pass through me, and then-- and then.

Oih, I'm such a pain in the ass.

He calls this afternoon at 1 or so. We chit chat, he didn't ask me about last night. hmm. Then he says, "Well, R. my friend that was pissy cause he didn't get to see Brittney Spears with me, should be all happy now."

"Oh yeah? Why is that?" This just as my sushi, that i've been craving for weeks was about arrive at my table. And which I had little appetite for after this call, was to arrive.

"Oh, cause I bought Cher tickets for him me and Amber for work."

"They went on sale today? Crap, that snuck up on me."

"Oh, you wanted to go?"

"I told you, I really wanted to see Cindi Lauper!"

"I didn't think you wanted to go to it. Dufus."

He called me a dufus. grrrrrrr.

I played it off, and made it sound like I really thought it was cool that him and R. R. R. R. r. r. r. are going. *sorry I just wigged there for a bit*

Just kidding, that was queenly drama again.

But yeah, so anyway really, it's all left me feeling rather fragile again. Ive got that fucking burning, I want to cry feeling in my eyes again. I fucking hate that feeling. I loathe that feeling. I either just want the emotional deluge to come on, or to fucking go away, and leave me numb.

So, I mean really, this entry isn't about the concert at all, although Cyndi lauper just would have been dreamy, cher's opening act. But rather it's about not being included, and not being thought of. Two of my BIGGEST friendship pet peeves.

We ended the conversation on a better note, but I still didn't want my sushi.

He says, "I should have called to see if you wanted to go."

I think to myself, "You soooooo should have realized that I would have loved to go with you, even if Cher isn't my fav."

I'm just like that, I enjoy others enjoying themselves.

GRRRRRrrrrr....