11:50 a.m. - 2007-08-22

2 commentaries on...something - not fuzzywuzzy

So E got a new car. A brand new car, not a company car or 'new to him' or anything. I'm taking it personally. In my own defense, I'd been kept up half the night by his drunk ass the previous evening. I also drove his charming, also drunk friend to the Vienna metro (which is a bajillion miles away,) in the rain. Both of them spent the entire ride hiccupping and rolling their windows up and down since every glass surface in the car was completely opaque bc of all the hiccupping. I still cannot explain why I took this so badly - other than the fact that I'm TWELVE, maybe. It just seemed so unfair right there in the moment, without really thinking on it at all. Like I actually WAS twelve, and he was my best friend who gets everything they want, and I'm living paycheck to paycheck. And, oh yeah, my mom didn't buy me that third pair of Guess jeans that I really, really NEED, like, so bad. (The ones with the zippers at the ankles!) Anywho, it was a really primal reaction. Like my medulla was controlling the words coming out of my mouth. And I'm not sure if I can even wrap my mind around it now, since I don't feel like I'm 100% over it yet. Bad, I know.