Will it ever end?

Man. Roomie is contemplating getting back together with him. He told her that he cheated on her, hoping she would dump him. Then when that didn't work, he told her (after 16 months of being together) he didn't love her, hoping THAT would work. Nope. Sure didn't. Now he says he's not sure if he loves her or not. But that he needs some time. And that there was this other girl he was "hanging out with" and he just couldn't talk to her the same way he talked to roomie. Duh. He hasn't dated this other girl for over a year. She told me that if she ever got back together with him, I was to run her over with a car and back up over her repeatedly. Too bad she didn't live closer.

And Wes isn't helping the matter because whenever I tried talking to him tonight, he was really inattentive towards me, cut me off in the middle of a sentence 'cause he had a call on the other line (so did I, about 5 seconds before him, and I let the voice mail pick it up because I wanted to talk to him), then he tells me to hang on 'cause his other phone's ringing, sits there and holds my phone away from his ear so he can talk to the other person. When I say "Call me when you get done, okay?" he realizes I'm talking to him and is like, "Hey Andrea, give me a call back in a few minutes." I said, "I just told you to call me back when you get done." "Okay, talk to you later." *click* Grr.

Then we're talking and he's all mumbling and paying attention to his movie, and I have to keep asking him "What?" 'cause I can't understand anything he says, and that doesn't give him a clue. How fucking hard is it to push Stop on the movie to talk to your girlfriend who you haven't seen since the end of May?? Who you won't see 'til the beginning of August 'cause shit didn't work out? Who you hardly got to talk to last night, who you won't get to talk to tomorrow night 'cause you're both doing shit? Apparently kinda hard. So he said he was going to watch his movie, then didn't say bye or anything...so I said, "Have fun at the wedding tomorrow." "mumble." Can't understand a damn thing. "What?" "I said 'okay.'" Hm...right. Then I said, "I'll talk to you later," and hung up, half expecting him to call back to see what was wrong, but of course he didn't.

I'm just pissy tonight. Tomorrow I'm going to the Big Horn Bash in Buffalo, so hopefully that will help. Dad invited me 'cause I think he wanted to go, but didn't have anyone else to go with, and he and I sat and talked last night for a long time for the first time in a long time, so that was really nice. Hopefully tomorrow will be fun.

I'm done PMSing on here for a while. Sorry for the rant.