Why do people say "I hate to say I told you so, but...." Nobody HATES to say "I told you so," they love it. I love it. I love to be right. It gives me a smug sense of satisfaction when things go exactly how I said they would. I embrace my bitchiness.

It doesn't hurt me one bit to say "I told you so" to D about the J thing. I said before we left, "She will be bitchy to me, and she'll probably involve other people." I got a lecture on how his friends "aren't like that," apparently, they, unlike all other human beings don't gossip and act hateful. Also, I was told that because I've never met J that I couldn't possibly know what she's like (right, the three years of stories about her manipulative behavior didn't give me some insight into who she is). WHATEVER. I was right, and I wasn't all that surprised.

Through my angry drunken tears I spat at him "I TOLD YOU THIS WOULD HAPPEN" among other expletives and a couple of nasty, snarky comments about his behavior.

Moving on...

The move is over, and just as I thought, it's taking some pretty major patience to deal with not having my own space. I haven't gotten a decent night of sleep, he's always touching me! I haven't gotten any writing done, he's always around. It seems like I never have a moment of time alone. Thankfully, he's off cleaning his old place right now, so I have a little time.

Unfortunately, the laundry needs to be done, so I have to scoot off. More updates later... We go back to school Monday, finally some structure.

Kisses.