My Pussy Fell Off Her Tree

Ok. This is an old post from my Myspace account. I posted it about a month and a half ago.

Is there something WRONG with that? I know this is completely stupid but I'm sitting here, at my computer watching my cat chew on a hair thingy that I just tossed at her. She chased it, then proceeded to jump on this cat tree do-hickie we have for her and then fall off of it into the vertical blinds. Silly pussy...And now she's staring at me...she knows i'm talking about her...shhh.....

Anyways...I came across this today...The best way to your heart is through your head, and someone in your life who is very intriguing understands that. Be open to this person's attempts at probing conversations; nosy questions are not attempts to 'dig up dirt' on you -- they are part of an effort to understand what makes you tick. It's okay to trust this person's motives. You are building some very long-lasting relationships right now.

This is complete and total BULL POOPIE! Yeah. If I haven't already told you, I'm gonna tell you again. I thought that I was in a pretty stable relationship. Although the way it was started, I knew karma was gonna bite me in the ass. Hard. And it did. But I'm going to whine and vent to make myself feel better and to let you all know that John Gatti is..and yes I'm going to admit it, AN ASSHOLE. People WARNED me about this guy, but did I listen? Of course not! Because I was "in lurv" (as Aislinn so eloquently puts it.)

Things are going just peachy (well, not really but you know what I mean.) I finally get my ass off of his couch and find myself a job (after being laid off from a really good one). He tells me that I should get one at the cute, quaint, collier-family run convience store down the road because everyone will just "love me because they love him!" *gag* So I do this. About three days into my new job, a girl who I thought was my friend (also known as, "Prissy Krissy") starts hanging around. Ok. She's 17! Now it's cool if she's there once in a while, but not every fucking night. I try to think nothing of it because my head has been filled with so much fear and bullshit, I don't dare bring it up. Night one? Krissy. Night two? Krissy. Night three, four, five, six and lucky number seven? You guessed it...Krissy. This goes on for about a week or so. Then my bestest buddy, Erin comes to town. Granted she's already seen through Johnny's oh so fine fasique (is that right?) and looks right towards his layer of bullshit. She KNOWS something's not right...and Johnny KNOWS that she KNOWS something's not right. So Erin and I are basically forbidden to hang out with them.

Lemme set the scene for you.

Date: Feb 10, 2007

Time: 10:30 AM

Place: My room, Cordova TN

Plot: Trying to get Johnny to just wish my a happy birthday. Wasn't asking for a phone call...just a text saying "happy birthday"And here we go.

Usually his dumb ass is up and about by AT LEAST 8:30. I send him a text at about 9ish just saying hi, love you, all that fun stuff. I get nothing back. Send him another one at about 9:30ish asking if he was around. Nothing. Last one was sent at about 10ish, I forget what it said but the response I finally got back was...."God dammit! I'm sick of this shit! Why can't you just let me sleep! I can't take this any more! It's over!" So I go over there. We fight. Well really, he yells at me about how fucked up everything is and when I try to get in my two cents worth, he kicks me out. All while Erin is standing outside listening to him yell at me.

Woohoo! Oh, I'm sorry...I was supposed to be upset...Hang on...*tear* Much better.

Anyways...To make a long story short because I'm starting to get tired...

He fills my head with MORE bullshit. Telling me that I never really cared, loved him, blah blah blah....That i should PROVE i loved him, cared, blah blah blah...So I tried. I really did. Those of you who know me really well know that I try my HARDEST in relationships. Then he started going on and on and on about how I was the last thing in this world he loved and if he couldn't have me back he'd kill himself.

Finally yesterday he sends me a text saying that he wants to try again. Ok Johnny. Whatever. He calls me up. We talk and I keep hearing this strange beep in the background. He claimed he never heard it. So he comes over to my place for a bit. And as soon as he walks in the door he gives me a warm, "loving" hug and tells me "I'm not saying marry me now, I'm just saying you don't have to be alone". Hang on. Someone bring me a bucket so I can hurl. Please. So we cuddle up on the couch and I think everything's just wonderful again. WRONG! The ENTIRE two weeks we went back and forth, he'd been seeing you know who! Krissy! Since the day we broke up he's been seeing her and LYING to my face about it. And now...he's LAUGHING about it.

I hope she fucks him over. He needs to burn in Hell for all I care. He broke my heart and I hope she breaks his. He needs a reality check.

Back to the little blurb I came across...It says "Trust someone's motives" Yeah. Right. Tell that to someone who didn't get fucked in the ass by someone else's motives.

Have a great day all! :)

Well...There you have it.