It's okay that there was supposed to be a night's out on Thursday to Adam's Tee Party at Gotham Penthouse, but it's really okay, because there was a legit reason to be wishy washy about it, then leading to no confirmation and ending up with me going alone for it.

It's okay that buying flowers and donuts for your girlfriend warrants a gelid response. It's really okay.

It's okay there was supposed to be free beer at SMU with your other half, but she couldn't be around (again) because she had to meet with her cousins.

It's okay that I bought her a Valentine's Day gift, and in return received none. IT REALLY IS OKAY.

It's also okay that she had to rush back to school on a Saturday afternoon for FILMING even though we were supposed to have a nice Valentine's picnic with two other couples. It's damn okay, man.

It was, however, terribly inadequate of me to be really impatient with her, and also to be an MCP (which is the abbreviation for Male Chauvinistic Pig, gracias Michelle).



But, it was really really okay that there was no hug, no thanks nor a good bye (like Michelle sending Andrew off at the doorstep) for me at the very end of Valentine's Day, even though my girlfriend left me practically alone for half the day for FILMING (WHICH IS REALLY OKAY) and gave me a cold shoulder for the REMAINING HALF. IT REALLY, REALLY, IS OKAY.

















Anger spells fucking hell. But exact verbose, they aren't. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.