So, it’s been a stretch. So much has happened that I probably won’t even touch on (at least not yet). This post isn’t so much about what he said, it’s more about what I want to say.
So, in a previous post I mentioned BF & Mewling Quim. Well, they are getting married in October; I just received a formal invite yesterday after not being sure I would be invited at all. It was covered in glitter, bitch. Glitter annoys me just as much as she does, so in a way, it’s fitting.
I used to really, really, really, enjoy hanging out with BF. Boyfriend, BF, and I used to be thick as thieves, which was really nice. He’s such a great guy, but unfortunately, he’s with the MQGB (Mewling Quim Glitter Bitch).
She was annoying from the onset. We were friends for a little while, then shit happened, she went crazy in my house, and I was done. She cried trying to get me to be friends with her on New Year’s Eve 2014. Barf. She has no one, so now she clings to the guys in the band, my boyfriend included. She does it out of spite; she does it because she hates to be alone.
A new fun tidbit: there are some new band girlfriends(!) & I love them dearly and we have become great friends. Hooray! We bonded one night over our mutual dislike of another area female musician who hits on all of our boyfriends, has a weird body to shoulder to head to neck ratio, & smells like curry.
Anyone with half a brain can come to a gig and see that MQGB and I do not get along. We sit at separate tables, we don’t acknowledge each other, and seriously, blog post aside, she does not exist in my world except for when I hear about her talking shit about me, or when she gets a wedding invitation with fucking glitter on it, as if she is 4 years old. For me, that’s fine. I don’t need someone to validate my existence. So when I made these new friends, let’s call them…Sings Pretty & Bass Lovin’ Nurse…it was obvious to them that MQGB & I didn’t get along. I briefed them on the situation, but made sure to keep it as neutral as I could, because if they want to be friends with MQGB, fine. We are all adults.
Well, as time goes by, neither SP or BLN are taken with MQGB. This pleases me, obviously. What doesn’t please me? That MQGB keeps trying to turn BLN on me and SP. “I hate those girls.” “I hate that girl.” “I do not like her.” *Points.* Of course, referring to me, because I’m apparently a terrible human being. The amount of shade this girl throws behind my back (I’ve been told every time she does it she looks at me in hopes that I hear and she gets a rise out of me) is ridiculous. I thought I left that behind when I was in elementary school and my former bff called me “Miss Priss” because I did not share her affection for Joey McIntyre – I was a Donnie gal (not sure how that relates to being prissy) – and stopped talking to her. Lord help MQGB if I ever hear her utter a negative word in my direction behind my back.
The MQGBitch has balls, but it’s a good thing that BLN’s balls are bigger & she’s told MQGB off about taking behind my back. It makes my heart swell with happy. I’m glad not everyone buys into her bullshit.
So, background given, I’m torn about this fucking glitter wedding invite. I seriously do not like this girl. Boyfriend is in the wedding, and is also DJing the wedding, so it’s not like we can walk around hand in hand and have a fantastic time together. He’ll be out of town all weekend, because MQGB can’t get married in her ‘dream city’ to live in (in a dumper of a house with fucking CARPET IN THE KITCHEN), she has to get married in her stanky nasty home town she couldn’t wait to leave in favor of my own adopted hometown, an hour away from the comfort of my bed. I don’t want to chip in on a hotel, nor do I even want to go. I don’t like her. I don’t support her. I think BF is making a huge mistake – I don’t want to air their dirty laundry, but she has legit SPIT IN HIS FACE IN FRONT OF HIS FRIENDS. I can’t get behind supporting him marrying someone that would do that. She grabs drinks out of his hand. She’s a paranoid chihuahua.
I know I should go because BF is (or was) my friend. I should go because I know MY boyfriend wants me there. But I really don’t want to see this bitch I hate have her special day when I am still waiting for mine.
Considering he hasn’t manned up enough to put a ring on my finger yet, why the fuck should I?
Seriously? Why should I go to bear witness to the happiest day of MQGB’s life when, 1. I don’t like her and she’s really annoying and I really just do not feel like going; 2. I can already tell, based on the aforementioned fucking glitter, that it’s going to drive
me bat shit crazy, and why should I be driven even more crazy by this MQGB; and 3. I don’t even have my ring on my finger.
Because he bought one – a ring that is.
I suppose that’s something to be saved for another day.
Decisions, decisions.
omg he said what? 