Those of a sensitive disposition, best not go here.
2002-12-09 at 8:10 a.m.

 

I guess this is an entry to get rid of the last one from my index page. Let's face it, that's not something someone needs to see if they come to this diary for the first time.

Well. The weekend was pretty shitty. Mr Me was drunk for most of it. Which at least gave me something to get annoyed about, because let me tell you, this is one pretty pissy elf right now. Which is unfortunate as I work in something of a customer services role.

Customer: This bleh and this blah isn't working properly and I want it fixed right now, because it's ruining my day and I'm a hell of a lot more important than you.

Me: I'm so sorry. I didn't hear a word of what you just said as all I can do is imagine my friend going through the steps you need to take in order to hang yourself. It's pretty ugly in my head right now. So why don't you fuck off. Fucker.

See?

This isn't going to go well.

I talked to his girlfriend last night. Apparently he thought 'the world of me'. S'that right? But not so much that he could come to me with his problems, it was easier to tie his belt to the bedpost and hang himself from it, than to come see me (or anyone else) and mention that he was having a shitty time.

Whatever.

I'm sorry. I'm getting to mourning, but right now, I'm pretty fucking pissed off with him. Which I find easier to deal with.

I'm so impressed by his girlfriend. She's a rock. I think she's holding everything in check, but if that's how she deals that sounds pretty good to me.

And all his other mates. Some have known him more than 10 years, can you imagine how much that's got to hurt? Fuck.

There were so many people in the pub Friday night. All the people that cared about him. And he couldn't come and see any of us.

Damn. I'm so pissed off.