And not as in “finally, it’s considered the weekend. I can party and not feel guilty.”

It’s THE weekend because I’ll finally be able to come up with a game plan to reach socially acceptable, and highly beneficial, goals that someone my age should have already been working toward. But I’ve always been a little behind because I’m an arrogant-ass Aries, but who gives a fuck?

<Point being>

It’s THE weekend because my gf, maybe not my gf but I really don’t know where we stand - because I guess now she stands for what “God wants” and what a “good Christian” should stand for - is coming back to H-town to take the rest of her things and give back the, no longer useable, only positive reality I had that she accidentally took with her to D-town.

And it’s not at all like I’m saying I’m douche-ingly bitching that it’s fucked up that God WOULD </sarcasm> “find you” on that faithful New Years Day right after our unfaithfully but fucking fun New Year’s Eve day and night.

I’m just saying, it hurts a bit </understatement> that, yeah it’s great you’re all about God, though you’re all about a God that (for some “Christian” reason she believes) forbids us to be together. I’m just saying, it’s not just her that had a routinely real life that was amazing to live because she had someone that was part of her today and tomorrow, that someone being me.

I’m just saying, I had a routinely real life that was amazing and it came about so organically and unannounced. So amazingly amazing that I usually care about redundancy but for some odd reason, I could spend every fucking day with this girl, who might I add is the complete opposite of everything I had said I wanted and, even more so everything I was attracted to.

I’m just saying, I truly thought, for the first time ever in my life, that I was blessed. Ironically. And don’t take this as me bashing the idea that God can find people and turn their lives around.

But you have to admit, I did get the shorter end of the stick.

It’s THE weekend I finally get that reality check I’ve been waiting for and not at all dreading.

Because even reality checks need to be cashed.