Vengeance will be mine

So what the heck happened?

But first, let me apologize my lack of update by saying that my job sucks. Yes it really does. I'm now aspired to be write a jingle and earn shitloads of money from royalties.

Anyway...

So what the fuck really happened? Well, after all the waiting, the previously MIA Miller un-MIA-ed himself. He called me, wait, no... He msn-ed me and said he was sorry. Sorry my ass, I told him. Knowing very well that he would rather pissed in his pants than to meet and explain his nonsense, I demanded that he called me instead.

He did and boy, did he feel my wrath. It's akin to summoning a mandatory fire demon in any Final Fantasy series. Then he grew balls and tried to turn things around by saying that I had misinterpreted things! In his dictionary, a date is when you hang out with another person. Full stop. So does that mean for all the office lunches we had, we had already dated?! Oh gee wiz, I didn't know!

Bullcrap I say. But that that was my anger talking. I know that his way of dealing with is to run away from it and hope that it goes away. But knowing that does not mean that it's forgivable. It's selfish and inconsiderate and I won't stand for it.

There's no way we could be friends after this. He wanted to see me again, to be friends like we used to be. Screw you, I said. Um, actually I didn't say that... I did something worse (No, I did not send a box of poo); I ignored him and erased him off my books.

So there you go, another tragedy in my so-called love life...