So I had downloaded this very nice WordPress app for my phone and have been typing up and publishing posts for the past few weeks via my phone. Or so I thought. Apparently my phone service provider, my phone or simply the powers that be have decided this was not for the best, as none of the posts I wrote ended up being published or even saved. So, fear not! I am not dead, nor has my geek not been pissing me off. I simply have been censored by means out of my control. So it looks like I am back to typing up my posts on my computer from the comfort of my chair & desk rather than on my phone and in my bed.
So, we ended up going to his big shindig on Sunday. Not only was I bored out of my mind, he spent most of the time we were there (almost 8 hours) talking to other people. I was ready to beat him. I would have found our outing fun if he had at least explained what the hell we were looking at. As it was, I had no clue.
After having to wake up at the butt crack of dawn and heading out (I am oh so not a morning person, so that only made it worse) we spent all day walking around. Now I normally do move around a good bit in the day, but my legs were killing me by the time we were ready to leave.
The day before, I told him I wanted to go out shopping afterwards. He smile and said ok. I thought all was good. Apparently, while we were out doing his thing, he spent all of our blowable money for the week. So, not only did I give up my day to go do what he wanted, while being ignored (please tell me why I needed to be there?) I also didn’t get anything for my efforts. I was not joking about wanting to go shopping afterwards. He seemed to think I was. Girls, beware. Geeks are just dumb sometimes.
Yes, I am cranky today. I may not be unjustified, but I don’t feel that I am…right now.
Anyway, my geek has some big todo this weekend. He springs it on me at the last minute that he wants to go do this day long geeky thing that I am just not feeling up to. I have been dying to do several things for the last few weeks and he is never up for it. So last night he doesn’t even come and tell me he wants to go. He emails me.
What am I going to say? No, I don’t want you to go? I really don’t care if he goes. But he won’t go alone, as in without me. But if I bring up something I want to do, oh no. He cannot be bothered. It doesn’t sound like it is worth his time. Well, bite me. I do not enjoy half of the crap we do together. I go along with it because it makes him happy, but he does not return the favor. It pisses me off.
Why can he not simply go along and pretend to be having a good time (or at least just not bitch too loudly about it) while I have a nice time? I do it for him. He should be courteous enough to do the same for me.
I even mentioned a few places I want to go tomorrow. You know? The day before his big outing. Yea, no so much. His excuse is that he is going to loose all day Sunday. Because of his crap. So he can’t afford to loose time Saturday. Hello? That. Right there. That is dick-ish. Stop it!!
Now that I have vented to you, I have to figure out a way tell him. And not just say it and have it roll off his back. I have to make it stick. I am tired of double standards. We can do whatever he wants, but he doesn’t have time to do what I want. It is not going to cut it any longer. How do you break into a skull that is that thick and make him understand that it is not fair.
Wish me luck!