Your Cheatin' Heart

What the hell, assholes. By assholes, I mean stupid, insensitive, incredibly uncaring, ruthless, cowardly, lying puddles of slime also known as men who cheat. Or women, it doesn't really have a gender here, my anger. The funny thing is I'm not the one who's been cheated on. My best friend just found out that her idiot boyfriend has been sleeping with his EX-girlfriend for a month, all the while being vociferously angry at HER for her suspicions. And now he wants to dump her with their way-too-expensive apartment that he insisted they get, so he can run off to bliss of some kind with his tramp and her daughter. Never mind my best friends' daughter, the one he's been helping to raise and taking to school, and promising her a home and a family for. She has to switch schools, go back to being a single-parent family, and hopefully, if her mom can hack it, have a roof over her head. But she's seven, she can go out and get a job, right?

I'm sick of all this non-responsibility in the world. "Homeless kids aren't my problem." Well then whose the fuck are they? "I couldn't just lose my ex-girlfriend AGAIN" Trust me. There was a simple reason you lost her the first time, namely HELLO, she was sleeping with three other dumb fucks just like you, and apparently realised long before you did that you were the dumbest. She was spot-on there, buddy.

And yeah. Maybe my anger is a bit unfounded, considering it's not my relationship, or my life, but I happen to think that our friends are our links to a life we may otherwise not live so happily, and damnit, I think you should take responsibility and children and family and FUCKING FIDELITY seriously.

I bought a friend of mine a Christmas present today, I don't know why. He's a good friend, and I wanted him to know that. But he wants to be more, and he won't be, ever, and I hope this didn't make him think otherwise. But damnit, he was thrilled. He doesn't get too many gifts, and I think he was truly excited, so that was really nice. It made me wish it was more than it was, but c'est la vie, you always look back. I hope he likes it. I hope he knows I treasure him as a friend. And I hope he can be okay with the fact that that's what he will remain. I think he will.

I am finally FINALLY finished with Christmas shopping, except for my cousin and her mom and brother. But those will be simple... a romance novel, a breast cancer pink ribbon something, and a toy of some sort. I hope.

If I don't write in again til afterwards, Peace On Earth.