Passive Aggressive Rant Time 2

P.A.R.T. 2 is once again here, *crowd cheers with abandon*
Settle down children, hopefully none of you get offended this time.

Things have made me incredibly pissed off this past week... it's ridiculous.
I actually reached the pinnacle of pissed while on my trip to Vegas this past weekend. I had never been that angry before, it was like I was turning into the Hulk and the scariest part was that i couldn't control it! I was soooooooOOOOooooOOOOooo angry.
My anger dissipated into this fog of utter sadness today. A couple of people got a few smiles out of me- but it was hard work.

List of things that pissed Maria off this week:

1. Missing him.
Ugh. It wasn't even my choice, and I didn't even do anything wrong! Just got dropped like yesterday's news, just like that. No explanation, no excuses, no nothing. I guess if I really think about it I should be grateful I dodged a bullet, but you get close to someone, then when it goes to hell you still kinda miss them, you know?

2. Missing HIM.
Not all the time, mind you, I have my moments. And whenever they come I am always filled with a modicum of self-loathing due to my weakness. I guess after investing so much (time, energy, myself, etc) it is only natural that I miss him. It's comparable to coming out of a car crash alive. I'm super happy to be out of the crash and happy to be alive, and I don't doubt that the next model of car will be magnificent and better-suited to my style of driving, not to mention that it will be a sexy luxury sex symbol of a car, but I kinda do miss the old comfy familiar car even if it broke the fuck down all the time, even if it didn't run right, and it left me stranded in the middle of a dark, desolate freeway. And after the car crash I keep finding new bruises on myself. How long until they all fade?? Speaking of bruises...

3. Drunken people in heels who STEP ON YOU while "dancing".
Pretty self explanatory. Thanks to that ugly drunk skank with the bad perm and her cheap ass heel at TAO (that awful piece of shit of a club), 50% of my right foot is covered in a colorful bruise (not to mention the lovely round heel imprint and the broken skin). It hurts soooo much and I've been limping since that night. I hope karma exists and someone steps on her too, while doing some of her white girl "dancing". Bitch.

4. When things don't go my way.
The weekend kind of sort of blew. I just had all these expectations. I consider Vegas this great escape. As the title of this blog might suggest to you, escapism is something very alluring to me, I need to have escape routes, and Vegas is my second happy place. (To have a non-happy weekend at my happy place was SO not cool.)

5. Vegas promoters.
Fuck the whole lot of them. Bunch of douchy assholes. Not only did they give me heat for having ONE guy in the group, but even after we had decided to go ahead and make line and pay cover, that DOUCHE calls me and says, go to TAO, we'll comp you and get you free open bar and then walk you into XS. I was like, shit, why not, this guy is pretty reliable, never let me down before. WRONG! Motherfucker left us stranded at TAO. Where I "danced" to hip hop (BARF!) all fucking night long in a venue filled twice over past its capacity, until drunkenoldskank stepped all over my beautiful little foot. What a miserable ass night. Everyone else had a blast, of course, since I'm always the only sober one in the bunch. -__-

6. That stupid wolf slot machine.
For taking my 20 dollars and not giving me shit in return. Piece of crap.

7. Boys that don't know when to quit.
Yeah, you don't know when to quit, boy. I told you once, I think you're cute, your french accent is adorable, you're funny and cool and all, and i wasn't opposed to a kiss or two but I DO NOT WANT A RELATIONSHIP. I don't want to date you, go out with you, become your girlfriend, hook up with you, sleep with you, none of the above. You can come see me, have lunch with me, hang out with me, etc... but please stop trying!!!!

8. My hormones.
They were absolutely out of control this weekend. Out of control. I had never felt so angry, or so sad, and I have certainly have not wanted to cry as much, as often or for such unnecessary things as I did this weekend. Give me a fucking break, hormones, as if life wasn't difficult enough already. I mean I almost broke down in my boss' office when he asked me to please be more careful and not miss another RFF. Seriously? can't even take the gentlest disagreement or criticism. And finally, my hormones piss me off because they completely magnify every single negative emotion I mentioned above. It sucks.

End of P.A.R.T 2.