I love it when men try to pass off shitty behavior as a joke. As if the word "joke" was a get out of jail free card.
When I hear the word "joke" I just think, wow this guy is such a fucking idiot that he thinks he can convince me he wasn't trying to hit me, or wasn't trying to put me down, or wasn't trying to shit on my accomplishments.
It's so hard.
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
Piggy Gets Revenge
All the piggies will eventually get their revenge on the world. It's inevitable.
In the meantime, we can be fun and fashionable, and drink alot.
My drinking skyrocketed when he started making jokes about my weight.
I started buying "smaller" sizes of vodka bottles, so it would fit behind my bed frame.
I started pouring cocktails for myself from my private bedroom/office, as opposed to making drinks in the kitchen.
i keep my rum and vodka hidden.
In the meantime, we can be fun and fashionable, and drink alot.
My drinking skyrocketed when he started making jokes about my weight.
I started buying "smaller" sizes of vodka bottles, so it would fit behind my bed frame.
I started pouring cocktails for myself from my private bedroom/office, as opposed to making drinks in the kitchen.
i keep my rum and vodka hidden.
Save Your Money
Don't ever spend a dime on a man.
Ever.
Dumbest thing you could ever do.
Why is that, you ask?
I moved back to Southern California last October with about $6,000. I now have less than $1650 to my name. It's fucking December. I gave up my San Diego apartment, agreed to move in with him. Big fucking mistake.
I spend the majority of my "saved" income on groceries, laundry detergent, and cleaning supplies. I buy food, milk, dinner materials, and pick up the occasional tab when we are out eating. Groceries are almost worth the entire cost of what my previous rent was, without any of the freedom.
I also now have a two hour commute to work, twice a week, and am separated from my friends and social life in San Diego. Now every time i want to spend time with anyone, I have to get in the car and drive for 90 minutes. That might seem harmless but it's painful after you've been out drinking for several hours.
I work from home three days a week and clean the house: I do his laundry and clean his bathroom. I vacuuum his bedroom and take out his trash. I get bitter about doing these things when he comes home and then doesn't say anything but mentions how I've gained weight.
So...about that.
I gained about 10 lbs. You wouldn't really tell ordinarily, but if you know skinny people, you can tell. I am a little pudgier.
You know what, assholes? I'm happy with that. Nothing wrong with it, I think I am better looking without my bones jutting out. It just amazes me that after being with a man for two years, traveling across the country with him, for him, giving up my apartment to live with him, all he can say is "Piggy".
I don't want to be "piggy"
Just fucking kill me.
Ever.
Dumbest thing you could ever do.
Why is that, you ask?
I moved back to Southern California last October with about $6,000. I now have less than $1650 to my name. It's fucking December. I gave up my San Diego apartment, agreed to move in with him. Big fucking mistake.
I spend the majority of my "saved" income on groceries, laundry detergent, and cleaning supplies. I buy food, milk, dinner materials, and pick up the occasional tab when we are out eating. Groceries are almost worth the entire cost of what my previous rent was, without any of the freedom.
I also now have a two hour commute to work, twice a week, and am separated from my friends and social life in San Diego. Now every time i want to spend time with anyone, I have to get in the car and drive for 90 minutes. That might seem harmless but it's painful after you've been out drinking for several hours.
I work from home three days a week and clean the house: I do his laundry and clean his bathroom. I vacuuum his bedroom and take out his trash. I get bitter about doing these things when he comes home and then doesn't say anything but mentions how I've gained weight.
So...about that.
I gained about 10 lbs. You wouldn't really tell ordinarily, but if you know skinny people, you can tell. I am a little pudgier.
You know what, assholes? I'm happy with that. Nothing wrong with it, I think I am better looking without my bones jutting out. It just amazes me that after being with a man for two years, traveling across the country with him, for him, giving up my apartment to live with him, all he can say is "Piggy".
I don't want to be "piggy"
Just fucking kill me.
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
California Move Completed
So I moved back to California last year, in October right before the weather turned to shit in New England. I love it. Life is good again, and the weather is awesome.
Moving is really annoying and costly. Basically my boyfriend and I were like cats in a bag, from all the stress. He had an old girl buddy from medical school who tried to exploit the "supportive friend" act while I was stuck in Boston and was spending way too much time with him, you girls know how it is. I squashed that douche like a bug the second I hit the tarmac.
Remember me, bitch?
My boyfriend loves me and has always been loyal, I don't have to worry. But I will kick ass when it needs to be kicked, so back off losers.
I don't have a relationship with my mother anymore. I'm happy with it, you don't get to choose your parents and you don't have to like them. So I don't. It's a free country. My boyfriend doesn't talk to his mother either so we have that in common. She's a cultural elitist douchebag from another country, and she can stay on her side of the ocean and knit socks to eternity for all I care. He and I are united on that front, and that's all that matters.
I haven't done a single thing to get myself an agent or new modeling portfolio since I've been out here. I just don't feel like it, so what. Sometimes you just don't feel like working. I've had that feeling for the last 6 months. I don't even want to go to work, I just don't have any motivation at all for anything. I think it's called Burnout.
My boyfriend wants me to move in, that's the latest drama....
Moving is really annoying and costly. Basically my boyfriend and I were like cats in a bag, from all the stress. He had an old girl buddy from medical school who tried to exploit the "supportive friend" act while I was stuck in Boston and was spending way too much time with him, you girls know how it is. I squashed that douche like a bug the second I hit the tarmac.
Remember me, bitch?
My boyfriend loves me and has always been loyal, I don't have to worry. But I will kick ass when it needs to be kicked, so back off losers.
I don't have a relationship with my mother anymore. I'm happy with it, you don't get to choose your parents and you don't have to like them. So I don't. It's a free country. My boyfriend doesn't talk to his mother either so we have that in common. She's a cultural elitist douchebag from another country, and she can stay on her side of the ocean and knit socks to eternity for all I care. He and I are united on that front, and that's all that matters.
I haven't done a single thing to get myself an agent or new modeling portfolio since I've been out here. I just don't feel like it, so what. Sometimes you just don't feel like working. I've had that feeling for the last 6 months. I don't even want to go to work, I just don't have any motivation at all for anything. I think it's called Burnout.
My boyfriend wants me to move in, that's the latest drama....
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