dirty bingo

so sometimes i just don't know how to call a spade a spade. i think i manage to convince myself that things don't bother me when they do. why the fuck do i do this? it's really stupid. that chinese food isn't rotten, i might say.i wouldn't want to hurt it's foodie little feelings by tossing it in the dumpster for the rabid raccoon who lives in my neigborhood to eat and get sick off of, so i will eat it. dumbass. i sent my girlfriend off to play dirty bingo and possibly get too drunk to drive back to my house tonight. lets be real here. did i have a choice in the matter? sure! be an asshole and say no, i miss you, i want you here, i don't want you playing dirty fucking bingo without me, asshole like, or the right way, which is to NEVER order the woman you love around and tell her what to do. she made these fucking plans before she met me! shit, if i had plans like that, would I cancel? no. i might work a little harder at making sure she came along too, but then again, we come back to the controlling asshole aspect of you go with me or not at all. i hate controlling. i hate it. it was done to me for so long i refuse to do it to someone else. am i just getting a taste of my own medicine and not liking it? fuck.