Turn this place into our private getaway

So, I've noticed something weird.

Is it possible that I have a friend on Twitter who will tweet at me, and then promptly delete any tweets with my mention? It seems that way. Yeah, I know, I'm paranoid about a lot of things. But... not this. Like, legit. I occasionally check my "ats" just to see if I've missed anything or if I missed an email or the like. I'll see an email pertaining to the person in question. Then check it. Respond if needed. And then... maybe a day, maybe an hour later, it's gone.

And it's not on her page either. It's just kind of weird. I don't quite understand it. Unless there's a significant other who would be jealous? Because that would be fucking stupid. We're in different states. Not gonna happen, lady. Please don't cut me.

Anyway. I don't want to go back to work. Like, at all. I'm sure it'll be fine... I hope. I have no idea what the status of the kitchen is going to be. But, onward and upward. Can't put it off forever. Or, I could, but I don't have the scratch to move to Madison yet.

I'm warm (because it's fucking hot in here) so I kind of took my hat off. Now it's sitting on the side of my head. I feel like T.I.

Cos I'm a baller. Shot caller. 20 inch blades. On the Impala.

They just blew up two cats in a microwave on ATHF. Now I remember why I hate this episode... and this show sometimes. It makes awesome background noise, though.

It's weird having spent so much time with people in a house because now I'm like "where are all the people?" But at the same time, I'm like dude, you need to be alone for awhile because you're not really an extrovert, now are you. It's weird. I don't always hate to be around people. I guess?

I still hate most people.

Alright, so, here's the last time (hopefully) I'm gonna talk about this.
Apparently Alyssa finally moved. At least that's what I gather from her Facebook. My initial reaction was a passive-aggressive "Goddamn finally" tweet. The other day, I guess Matt saw her in the store. My knee-jerk reaction was to say, and I literally said "What did that fucking cunt want?" Matt laughed. He didn't talk to her.

Why am I so irritated with her? Is it because I'm angry that she's being a raging cunt? Is it because things that she's said about me, about someone I'm very protective of, blog, are finally getting back to my ear holes? Is it because I know that I reacted like a jerk in the first place, and maybe this could have been avoided? Is it because I feel hurt because someone who was supposed to be my best friend practically abandoned everyone in her life so she could "start over"?

I guess I don't really know. But what I did tell a mutual friend of ours, if you can assume that she still has any friends, is that I don't know what I could possibly do at this point to repair the damage that's been done. And to be completely honest, with both myself and with you...

... I don't know if I'd want to if I did.

Let's take a little journey. It's called we're in a fucking amazing cabin for three nights, with a bunch of friends. It's called she's there along with the five of us that were already present. It's called, and I know this has been mentioned, but it would have been a totally different week.

There would have been a lot more tension. There wouldn't have been any fights because she's passive-aggressive and her main target, blog, probably wouldn't have started shit. Though, the wild card is that there was a metric fuckton of alcohol in the cabin and that's when shit would have hit the fan. It would have made for a pretty shitty week. I feel like my mouth would have started running eventually. It's no secret that with a little booze, my filter dissipates. There's all of one person that gets my non-filter on a daily basis, and I feel like she's earned it. (I say as if it's some prize. More like, last prize. More like, nerdular nerdance.) 99% of my friends haven't seen my completely unfiltered side. And with someone starting shit with my best friend... and with me already being so irritated with her, and with me having booze in my system...

It would have been bad. Everything happens for a reason, blog. And her not being there had a reason. So we could have fun. And we did. And I can't wait to do it again next year.

And that fucking bitch? Not invited. Unless she wants a shoe full of poop.
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