The Ripped Soul

Angry.

First I get called an asshole for stating facts. You do get tired as you get older, right? I stated that as a matter of fact and I got called an asshole. Why be friends at all if you can't handle the truth? I might as well lie to your fucking face all the time. "Am I old?" No. "Am I getting too fat?" No. "Do I have something in my teeth?" No. "Is this shirt okay?" Yes. Then have everyone laugh at you for being fat, looking ugly and have you admit to yourself in the middle of the damn night that you're fucking getting old when you can't party anymore or stay up as late as you could before. Then I might as well not be a friend anymore!

Then I get called to check up sites and the conversation rolls to the iTouch that I have and why won't I jailbreak it. BECAUSE IT RISKS GETTING BRICKED MOTHERFUCKR. Then she goes on to say I wasted my money repairing my 'home' button since I could've gotten a new 2nd generation for a $100.

But if I didn't fix it, I wouldn't be able to LISTEN to it period. I won't be able to watch videos or play my apps or go to the homescreen at ALL.

I was getting riled up. Does she change the subject? NO! She pisses me off further. So I tell her, "yeah, so when it gets bricked (after jailbreaking it) you'll buy me a new one (as if)" And she goes "Nope. Your ipod touch, your money, what has it got to do with me?"

Decide to drop it, right? So I told her I'm going with Lyn later today to go window shopping for a camera. And she goes in a whiny voice "Why didn't you guys ask me along?"

I'm going to be STUCK with you over the motherfucking weekend.

You pissed me off ENOUGH over the damn phone tonight.

Why'd I even want to see your face tomorrow?! Someone, please enlighten me.

I already get the feeling I'm going to HATE this Genting trip more than fucking ever.