Fuck toes!
So, the trip to Pennsylvania to pick up Tina for Junior Ring is not going to happen. But she also told me that she's newly committed to her dreamboat, so I'd be kicked in the dick all weekend trying to be a gentleman and pretend that our intention for the three months since I invited her wasn't to shag like rabbits this weekend. I saw it coming - that's a benefit of being a pessimist, you prepare for a hurricane every time it rains. She was always that impossible goal, just out of reach. Angry? Not so much. Jealous? Oh yeah. Just when both of us were single and looking forward to having fun together, St. Michael came trotting into her life.
Can't be helped - he takes good care of her and she's disgustingly gooey every time he is even mentioned in passing. So good luck to them with that. I'll probably be too busy training soon to worry about Jack & Jill crap anyway.
Oh! Downfall of the pessimist - I didn't mention the positive side of things. I recently discovered a friend who is a lot of fun to hang out with. She came to the Pegasus cast party (stand by for commentary on the musical - still churning up enough venom to express my angst) with me and made me once again realize that it's never as bad as I think it is. So, as soon as "Operation Tina Extraction" went FUBAR, my focus switched completely to the treasure in front of me. She's not 800 miles away, has no toes to be stepped on, and is guaranteed to be fun to be around this weekend. I'm all kinds of excited. Yeah, that's it.