Super Mario.

I played Super Mario 3 today for the entire morning. I had coffee, donuts, Mario and Koopas for a lazy couple of hours. Sweet childhood bliss, how I love thee.

It's weird to be out with Josh again. Our relationship drastically cooled after Christmas when our schedules clashed and our S.O.'s finally voiced their opinions loudly enough to convince us not to hang out. Mind you, Andrew's concern over our relationship was only brought forward over the massive stripper arguement and used as ammunition against my footing; the fucker. Mind you, he's not overly concerned about my relationship with Josh. He's under the impression that he's too much of a nerd for my superiour tastes.

I was mildly nervous to visit Josh's house. Having the knowledge of his wife and her current and past comments in regards to my humble self had pushed me to the brink of severe anger. I hoped and prayed all the way there this morning that she would be civil in her mannor. She was, partially.

It wasn't difficult to be there due to conversation. Whenever there was silence I would just talk to Josh about work, or tell a mildly flirtatious story to Ann about the adventures of me and her husband. Her expression didn't change and I give her credit for that. I know I shouldn't have done such a thing. I guess it was my form of payback for all the slutty impressions she's made of my character.

Ann didn't say anything rude to me. There were some moments where she clung to Josh in some overly dramatic PDA's that made me look away in complete shame. I hate that crap. There's nothing more embarrassing than being caught in a kiss-fest that you're not involved in and that you can't escape. GROSS.

She left us alone for the most part, which was nice. I really just wanted to play some SM3 and chill with a friend on my weekend. Eventually that did end with the daramtic tales of her, "difficult week" and her awful ex husband.
I can't imagine that her life has been easy and I'm sure that there are times where she needs to talk about it, but being with Ann just reminded me of my mother and her overly traumatic existence that is EVERYONE'S responsibility to deal with.

"Sigh.""Sigh.""Sigh."

*Oh my God, shut up with the sighing from the corner. I don't care if your arm hurts. If you want to wail about it, go upstairs so I can at least enjoy my time with your husband.*

"Sigh."

FUCK.

I know everyone has problems. I know that sometimes we just need someone to listen because life seems to suck a hell of a lot. I know that she's depressed and has little to no reason to live, but don't dump your issues on someone you've talked shit about for almost a year, when she's finally gained allowance to spend time with her friend. CHRIST.

This is why I could never be a lesbian.