Grrr

So it's August 3 and after what was suppose to be "My Weekend" I'm sitting in freakin White Plains waiting for nothing I guess. I don't wanna say for the day to be over but I will say for the day to pick up. This weekend was suppose to be anything I want which should of been one happy as weekend but as usual whenever a day is granted to me nothing really turns out the way I want it. Thursday was cool, the night was good even though I woke up with a minor hangover and then had to get up and still go to work. I made it through work without passing out && then met up with vampy who had been oh so sweet to me the past two days. He had got the food && the drinks so all was left to da was to go back and relax. Only problem in that was that vamps was drunk && I was depressed so I ain't really feel like drinking but at the same time didn't want to kill vampys buzz. So I tried hard to find a medium but it didn't really work to well. Lucky for me he didn't seem to mind && said he understood. So we made it all the way back without any problems until we got out the cab && I caught a titty attack over 2 dollars. wow right. 2 little fucking dollars caused the downward spiral that became my Friday night. What had happen was we ran into his "favorite" cab driver. && me being tired, hungry && depressed just handed vamps the exact fare but he was like I'm not gonna give him a tip. Of course that should've clicked in my head before giving him the money since they were talking about how he always gives good tips. Not that I was really paying attention cause like I said all I wanted to was go back to the room && get my mood up. So me being little miss bitchy hops out of the care after he pays && starts to walk off. Even after he was being nice && trying to explain && maybe even apologize I wanna stay in crap mode && blow him off. SMH still after that when I finally show up at the door he asks me if I want him to go get my soda. *sigh* the more I write this the more like crap I feel. Anyways we ended up getting into a fight that resulted in me getting both my wrist hurt && him walking out. Me, crying && pacing && then running out to find him. I find him && he comes back with me but he's still mad. So that led to me trying to get him to talk to me && when that failed I turned to the drink that he made me. Then to the bottle on the table. && then to my own concoction of a drink that may have been a bit to strong. Meanwhile *lol* in the bathroom vamps was drinking just as much if not more than me. After feeling a little better we managed to patch things up enough but one thing led to another && yea lets just say more drinks equal less memory. Just like the night before I blacked out. Only difference is when I woke up vampy was mad at me && I literally had no clue why because the last thing I remember we was doing something that would make BamBam happy....=/
But anyways Saturday pretty much consisted of me getting over my hangover && vampy being vampy. Things didn't turn out the way I saw them on that day either but oh well. Today is a new day. Vampy is happy so I'm not gonna dwell on stuff I can't remember or the things I can't change.