some mad hope

i haven't been this upset in a long time. it's over something incedibly stupid. so stupid, in fact, i am having trouble spelling. feeling sick to my stomach.

i dont get motion sickness. i get emotion sickness.

whenever i get angry, i get a nice side order of stomach ache. great bonus, eh?

(do canadians think americans saying "huh?" is as cute as americans think canadians saying "eh?" is? i somehow find it unlikely. i guess americans dont really do cute).

anyway, we got into an agruement: topic irrelevent. this time amplified from the typical tiffs. so significant that phase a was followed with a 2-hour mutual silent treatment. afterwhich, we exploded into another bash, followed by another silent treatment.

both silences broken by him. score! point goes to team whitney.

mature fighting tactics also earn point for the female portion of this act. phrases that begin with "i feel" or "i think" tend to be less offensive than acusing "you" statements. on the same note, points deducted from team ass hole for the phrase, "but you aren't going to make that much."

and here i find myself still defending my position.

unfinished business? yes.
unhealthy? yes.
sexual tension? absolutely.