There's a reason it's called 'girls gone wild' and not 'women gone wild'. When girls go wild, they show their tits. When women go wild, they kill men and drown their kids in a tub.

So M. Paff and I have gotten back to our normal selves, talking regularly. He invites me to go with him to this band’s preview thing, but I obviously can’t since I live an hour and a half away and gas is really expensive right now. So he goes by himself and meets his ex there. I get home, and the first thing I get is a text from him saying, “WHY THE FUCK DID MY EX DRIVE AN HOUR AND A HALF TO SEE A SHOW SHE WASN’T INVITED TO?” and I’m like, “To see your lovely face, of course.” Apparently, he ignores her at the show and she texts him afterward asking why he didn’t talk to her because she wanted to talk to him because she missed him. Like, at the point, I feel really bad for her because those lines remind me of the time when he was mad at me. He’s extremely unsympathetic toward her because he says she was a bitch to him before.

But the thing I’ve noticed about M. Paff is he doesn’t really have any good relationships with the female population. His ex is a bitch; his mother is a bitch; his sister is a bitch. I have a feeling that if our friendship ends badly, I’ll join his collection of bitches.