Seriously, this is a pattern with you. 99.9999999% of the time, I just ignore your pissy moods, bad habits, and self absorbed petty bullshit. Today is different.

You keep me on the phone with you for 3 hours over your dead cat-- fine. I don't mind. But when you do it daily for 6 weeks; its fucking obsessive and weird. My *grandmother* died and you don't even ask me how I'm doing, you just go into how you're trying this nightshade free diet

I have work to do, work that pays the bills and puts food on the table and what do you do? You want me to drop everything and do artwork for you, stuff which will never get done because a) you can't make up your mind b) you don't know what you want and all important c) you don't really ever want me to be done with this because then you wouldn't have something to lord over me.

Don't try to blame your shit on being mentally ill either. That's total bullshit, crazy isn't an excuse to be nasty to people. Don't blame your shit on being in pain (if you want to hear pain sometime, I'll record you going on about how you were such a rebel way back when and then play it back to you)-- I have mind bending migraines and I'm not a bitch (in fact, I try to be extra special nice or at least keep myself away from the rest of humanity in order to avoid doing or saying anything that I may have to apologize for later.)

If you wanted to stay friends with me-- then today was the wrong fucking day to shit in my Cheerios and waste my time.