2010-06-12 - 11:59 p.m.
Today, I stood outside my friends workplace for like 90 minutes, just loitering and shooting the shit with him. I talked him into telling me about all the crazy ass things his wife did when she thought he and I were fucking. Which we absolutely were not. Still are not, I suppose, but that is entirely beside the point. What I'm trying to say is, it made me truly happy to know that without doing anything I had pissed somebody off so much. I am aware that it makes me a bad person. He told me that he was physically in the room while she accosted me on the fake facebook page she made for him, that she'd read her notes, then my responses out loud. He had to keep a straight face during the dramatic enactments, but he advised he was amused at the way I handled it. Mentally he was like "yep, that's her". I hoped she had maybe saved my responses, because when I reported her behavior to the facebook gods, they deleted the fake account she had made and all of my cheeky responses... but he wasn't sure if she had, and in the interest of self preservation he isn't about to ask. I still have her half of the conversations in my inbox, filed under "draaaama". I remember a handful of my witty responses, but mostly just recall sitting on my guy's bed, giggling and typing into my phone, like it was a game. He also said that he knew I wouldn't fall for the add from his fake page, and I totally didn't because that was something we as friends had discussed(his disdain for social networking). I mean, our interactions have all been almost perfectly innocent. His intentions weren't good, but I didn't reciprocate. In fact, I made every effort to steer conversations into more neutral territory - favorite bands, silly stories and experiences.
