OH MY GOD I'LL PUNCH YOU NOW

All of my conversations with Geof are about his girlfriend. This is not a bad thing, talking about girlfriends and such. I would be perfectly happy for him. Except for one eensy-weensy, little, tiny thing.

All he does is complain. And not in such a way as to give the impression of "Oh, I love my girlfriend. I don't care that she cuts her toenails in the living room," complaining. It's more like, "Oh, she withholds fun time relations for no reason, then jumps my bones (in a virginity-intact kind of way), and then later acts like I've repeatedly raped her." Or maybe, "She refused to stop asking me about a past relationship until I told her all the details my sexual history and then locked herself in her room and refused to speak to me, and then comes out and pretends I'm not there and then goes batshit fucking insane. Moreso, anyway."

If the way that I've phrased things sounds amusing, then I have not explained things the same way he has. You see, he complains to me about these things. Often and at great length. But does he ever do shit about it? Noooooooooo. He just takes it. And takes it. And takes it. And those were just two fairly recent examples.

Every time he brings this stuff up, I just want to scream, "BREAK THE FUCK UP WITH HER!" She drives him insane with guilt over things that he has no reason to feel guilty over. She goes crazy and blames it on PMS. Every time she goes on a trip, she comes back not wanting him to touch her at all. She makes up stupid rules that "all decent guys" would supposedly follow, which no one in their right mind would give a flying fuck about, by the way. There's a whole host of other fucked up things that she makes him worry about, and it's like...

Ugh. Get a grip. Man up and tell her that she's being a douche. If I could go up to the black hole of doom and tell her how stupid all the shit she gives him is, how silly her insecurities are, how much she just needs to chill the fuck out, and possibly punch her in the face for giving him so much grief, I would. I really would. But I can't, and I'm not his mother anyway.

Well, I probably wouldn't do that last bit. I mean, I'm pretty sure Jesse would quite properly kick my ass if I tried. Still, when she starts frustrating her boyfriend so much that it sends me into screaming rages...

On another note, Sugar Rush is an awesome show, and the first season was disturbingly easy to relate to in some ways. I'm pissed that it was canceled after only two seasons.