Welp. GF made herself dinner and then asked if I wanted to watch something with her, or if she should just veg out with the internet. I said sure, we can watch something together, so she then spent a few minutes getting irritated because she was scrolling through Netflix instead of eating dinner. We passed by Up, which she hasn't seen yet (I said I was very much down for watching it again) but put in her "Ditch of Forgetting" "To-Watch List" for later, and then found Coming to America in the Netflix library.
Apparently I've "Talked about it a hundred thousand times" (I've mentioned that it's something that's been referenced a fair amount, but I don't think we've quite hit 100,000 times...), and she decided to put that on so I could shut up about it.
After being clearly disinterested for an hour, she eventually fell asleep. Then she woke up again a while later and asked for her phone, which she surfed on for a bit before falling asleep again. I mean sure, it's a late 80's Eddie Murphy movie... It's not a genre known to age very well. But eh...
So now I've kinda fucked over her evening and further cemented the idea that anything I pipe up about on Netflix is to be avoided like the plague, particularly whenever I mention the word "Classic".
And that's pretty much all I have to bring up. Everything else is the same old same old. I'm not improving myself, I'm not getting out of this place, and I'm really not engaging in any social endeavors. Bleh. Haven't even been gaming for the past few weeks.