I had a long ass day at a job that I despise. I come home and while talking to Patrick for real for the first time since we left. I comment "Oh Ashley locked me out while I was naked" (she had, but it wasn't intentional, and I'm not mad because of it or anything.) and before I could say "haha, kidding heres what happened" she jumps in and starts defending herself rather loud and right next to me.
I turned and said "Shut up Ashley" because I was annoyed and tired and had a long day.
was it right to be so mean about it? No.
But she storms out of the room in a hissy fit and now I can't find her. SO after my long day at the job that I hate, I get to sit here and worry about her because she doesn't have her phone and doesn't have her keys.
I'd like to sleep, but I can't
I'd like to talk to Patrick but I can't.
I get to sit here. And worry about her. Great. Thanks so much. This is totally how I wanted to spend the evening.
If she doesn't get back in an hour I'm locking the door and going to bed because I have to return to said job tomorrow.
I don't really feel the Christmas spirit for more than about 20 minutes at a time and those times are few and far between. I usually feel really good and excited, and here we are on the 22nd of December and I'm just kind of "eh" about the whole thing.
I had fun putting up the tree and wrapping presents. I went shopping with my dad and Paul and we didn't get in a fight for the first time in like 6 or 7 years. And yet I sit here, and I'm not in the mood.
I feel a bit like Charlie Brown.
On a side note I'm trying to re-read the Harry Potter series. I'm only half way through the first one though.
I felt this would only exacerbate the issue, but seeing as she thinks thats cool and this is how we should handle it. Cool. I will throw the same disclaimer in front of mine. This is a rant, take it or leave it.