…can someone miss an unspoken “bugger off” in one conversation?

(Telling him directly would be rude. He can’t help it if he’s a dumbass.)

Observe:

his screenname (3:37:26 PM): happy new years

my screenname (3:37:29 PM): thank you! you too

h (3:37:43 PM): how was your christmas?

m (3:39:11 PM): uneventful

h (3:39:29 PM): still at home?

m (3:44:27 PM): indeed

h (3:45:45 PM): i wish i could have been down longer so i could see people but only had 5 days

h (3:46:17 PM): still had good time though

m (3:48:37 PM): that’s good

h (3:49:17 PM): you don’t seem very talkative?

m (3:50:00 PM): …nothing to say o.o;

m (3:50:03 PM): I’m working

h (3:50:18 PM): on the 1st?

m (3:52:07 PM): indeed

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Aw, you’re being a bitch! one might say. That might be the case, but when conversations such as these have been taking place for the last year or so, one must ask– when does an ex who has a girlfriend and constantly attempts to display his superiority and IMs you primarily when he is bored and wishes to be entertained (his words, not mine) and always asks rather specific questions seeking specific answers so he can be set up to make a comment about his money or affluence or something falling outside of the range of polite, courteous conversation and within the range of Do I Have To Choke A Bastard?

…you know, as a average-looking, socially-off-kilter young woman-girl-thing, I technically can’t really afford to be picky. But alas, pride will be my downfall, and I still garner a rather dry sense of satisfaction from ranting out the first-and-last high school ex because his status is testament to my fallible female stupidity of two years ago. Can’t be picky? Perhaps. Doesn’t mean I ought to be subjected to people who can’t won’t respect my opinions. Bleh.

Of course, self-respect/self-esteem without a model face as support are somewhat useless in the world today. This, my friends, is why I have the sneaking suspicion that I will be hopelessly single for some time to come. May as well suck it up and pack a large bag of shoes.

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My rants often belie the fact that life is, while far from ideal, not that bad and I simply have an unfortunate tendency to use this blog as a venting outlet to maintain a reasonable appearance of sanity in real life. I finally spent an evening with the idiot guy friend on Sunday and am feeling much happier. Family friends are coming to visit on Friday and antics will ensue. Being single is fine and dandy. *hackcoughchoke* I want a kayak. Hope all of you are recovering safely from hangovers!

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EDIT: New Year’s Resolutions:

-stop moping about relationships, friendship/romantic or otherwise, and just live life
-improve grades like whoa and be productive as possible
-lose weight– uh, wait, that borders on anorexia for me, never mind. but balance diet
-improve singing!