I don't like to write entries when I'm pissed. I do it every now and then and I never like the way it reads.

I suppose that I'm not really pissed right now. Just irritated. But it's been going on for almost 24 hours now, and it shows no signs of abating, so maybe it'll grow into being pissed if I don't write about it.

Also, maybe two people will know what I'm talking about here. My sister has accused me of writing in code lately. She's admitted that, lately, all she does is skim my journal for anything resembling coherency and then turn away in disgust when she finds none.

But I digress.

I wonder, what the fuck were you thinking? Were you thinking at all? With your head?

The first time was slightly amusing. Akin to one of my comics perhaps. Juvenile and predictable yet harmless.

The next 8,000 times were overkill.

Guess what? She knows that she's hot. She knows it without needing to hear it from you over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over inside of about 15 minutes.

That's what her boyfriend is for. He gets to tell her that she's hot. Not you. Not me. Nobody except her boyfriend.

I really don't get what you were thinking you'd accomplish.

Was she supposed to say, "Well gee whiz! I never suspected that you thought I was pretty! Thank you so much for letting me know! I must have sex with you right now on the coffee table, you stallion!"

It was really a pitiful display you put on. To be ignored must not sit very well with you. Otherwise why would you choose to say the same thing over and over again? Isn't one of the signs of insanity to keep doing the same thing and expect differing results? Shouldn't you, of all people, know this?

This was the second time that your mouth ran someone I care about out of that place. You are on notice now. I will no longer wait for them to defend themselves, or for their boyfriends to defend them. Before there is a third time, I will defend them myself.