The Friends.

There's this girl, that is a decent friend to Andrew. Her name is Krista. Up until just recently I didn't mind her, I thought she was sort of neat.
She is a freakishly tall and ugly looking woman with weird fashion sense and a not-so-annoying outspoken way about her. I thought that perhaps her and I would be friends. I however am very aware of the fact that if you have to try to be friends with someone, they never will be your friend.

Krista, is not someone who is ever going to be my friend.

Andrew warned me that she is a hard person to be around. She goes on moodswings that only allow you to be around her for short periods of time and during the periods of time that you can be around her, she's just flat out fucking dodgy.
During my thankfully brief moments with Krista, I felt very uncomfortable. She gives the impression that she wants Andrew for her own, or perhaps maybe considers him hers. I find this massively stupid as she is undeservingly married to an insanely hot man. She really needs to stop giving that impression to women.

She arrived at the party tonight just before midnight. She said her hello's and then strangely sat down betwixt two other girls who had just been proposed to. They admired eachother's rings, giggled and awed and any woman, with any sort of sense in her head, could easily pick out that her admiration for such activities was a massive fucking load of bull. If you don't give a shit about your friend's diamond, don't give a shit. Save the elation for a highschool drama class.
After new years was announced, she promptly sat down right in the middle of the couch so Andrew couldn't sit beside me and casually said,

"I hope you don't mind, but I'm taking Andrew's spot 'cause it's too cold by the door."

Sure, fine, NO PROBLEM. It's not like I want to sit beside my boyfriend in a room full of strangers or anything. And geeze, two bad we're sitting in the exact proximity of the door as your last arrangement. You DAFT, FUCKING WENCH, stop cock blocking me from my own FUCKING BOYFRIEND.

As the night flowed, I became increasingly more upset. Andrew as a drunk is awful. He asks girls about farting and all sorts of other absolutely disgusting activities that were absolutely embarrassing. He pulled my hair too hard, dug his fingers into my neck and wrenched it around violently so I would look him in the face. He was loud, annoying and the epitome of a fat slob and I hated it. I hated it so much.
The scales were tipped when his friend Clay blurted out,

"Y'know Anna, you weren't Gooser's (Andrew's) first pick. He wanted Krista, but she was already with Tony, so he went with you instead."

NICE ONE CLAY.

No wonder you're a fat fucking piece of shit with absolutely nothing to show for your existence.

Then there was the conversation between Andrew and Krista about the girl she fucked and how he didn't know about the rest because he was only there for that one.

THAT ONE?

You hang around with a girl you fucked? You had sex with Krista and another girl and you didn't tell me? None of it made sense.
I wish I had the balls to say something then, but I just sat and stewed in my frustration, hoping that I misunderstood the context of the comment. That fucking whore.

WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT IN FRONT OF ME?

I hate you.

I asked two of Andrew's friends to take me home early with the exscuse of tired eyes. They gladly did so, and on the way out, I overheard this conversation between Krista and Clay:

"You're all talk Clay."
"No I'm not."
"So if I offered you straight up action, you wouldn't take it."
"You're married to Tony man."
"So, he's not here right now."

And then I walked out the door, wheeling from the bountiful explosion of anger that was welling up inside me.

I don't give a shit if that girl is teasing a fat man about sex to boost her low self confidence. If I ever find out that she has said anything of that nature to my boyfriend, I will pluck her scary-large eyes out of her head with a toothpick and stuff them down her dirty throat to prevent her from being such a whore in any other relationship, including her own.
And if my boyfriend decides that sticking around to get drunk with her is a better option than going home with his tired girlfriend on New Years again, he will no longer have a girlfriend. In fact, depending on how he acts when he walks in the door, he may not have one in the morning.

It annoys me that I had such an awful New Years. The majority of Andrew's friends seem to be tactful and interesting people - I'm sorry I didn't get to talk to them. I'm glad I did get to suss out the shit ones though.