Hot Chocolate Addictions.

People are dicks.

Last Wednesday at work, Josh decided in all of his stupifying glory to push my buttons to the point of where I actually had to tell him to stop. Of course he didn't, and of course this pissed me off more. He eventually fucked off and left me to pick up skids by myself. I pulled a muscle in my arm - It hurts.
But I sent him a rude email saying that I've had enough of whatever friendship we have and I'm done doing whatever it is that we're doing. That was stupid. Josh is a dick, but I fully accepted this fact when I decided I wanted to be his friend. Unfortunately, I have never been able to distinguish when exactly you're allowed to pull out when your friends act like complete vaginas.

And of course, the obligatory selfish-sister routine has bubbled up again in the midst of my birthday.
Stinky has decided that she just has to have laser eye surgery because the absolute humility of her wearing glasses is just too much for her to bare any further. She of course, booked the appointment on my birthday and absolutely needs me to drive her to and from the surgery.

The bitch.

So of course, this limits my availability on my actual birthday, and therefore I cannot see my mother the weekend of my birthday, because of my sister's ridiculous nature.
Of course, this isn't so bad for me. Seeing my mother on my birthday isn't exactly what I've been wishing and praying for all year round, but telling my mother that I cannot see her on my birthday is a potential cause for a very frustrating phone call.

The bitch.

And of course, Cheslea has decided to take me to see Ben Folds for my birthday (more of a present for her I think, than myself). This of course takes place after a weekend of binge drinking in Windsor and her laser eye surgery.
Diddums don't want to get in no car with her sister at night when she can't see fuck all. Especially when the concert is in Brockport NY and our medical coverage will cease to exist if we get into a car accident. So I told my mother to tell my sister today that I wasn't going to the concert. She's going to be pissed.

Oh well.

I've bought a can of hot chocolate to welcome the winter weather. It's not even remotely close to how cold it should be, but the cocoa makes it feel that way.
I have a big steamy mug perched on the desk beside me. And it doesn't consist of two scoops and a bunch of crappy little mallows either. It's four scoops and no mallows 'cause that shit is gross yo.