This Thea is the best that she could do (besticoulddo) wrote in valarnet, @ 2013-01-29 17:00:00 |
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Entry tags: | billy horrible, combeferre, remy lebeau (gambit), thea queen |
This weekend? Best party ever.
Last night? One of the worst nights ever.
Whichever of you people felt the need to TELL Oliver about me trying to leave the ranch? Thanks for that. Thank you ever so fucking much for giving Mr. Do As I Say But Don't Do As I Do that level of ammo. He was already technically sort of pissed but not talking about it that we had to get a cab back from the party since I was supposed to be DD and nobody bothered to say that, and this just? Kinda pushed him over, I guess.
I got this awesome screamy lecture that was at least more entertaining than the kind I get from most people because of the looks on his face as he was shouting fuckword after fuckword at me. Seriously. It was sort of entertaining. I didn't know there were so many conjugations of it really.
I'm not totally sure why last night was all that bad. It's not the kind of thing I haven't heard a hundred times before or anything like that. It wasn't really anything new getting tossed out there about being ungratful, selfish, irresponsible, whatever, and how I really need to "get your fucking shit together, I fucking mean it or you're gonna end up seriously fucked when I'm arrested for your bullshit."
I told him that I'm eighteen and he's technically not supposed to BE the one responsible for any of it anymore and he was only legally responsible for about seven weeks, which I spent with total supervision making him a friendship noose at which point he stopped speaking to me for the night, and hasn't yet resumed that today.
It's weird that I'm regretting this. Two months ago he was a stranger, so I'm not sure why I happen to give a shit about anything he's said now, you know?
I'm confused.