while finding the yearbook picture i posted with my last totally not that awesome of a tangent (le sigh, sometimes you must just write to write), i found a picture of this girl that totally wronged me bad in 8th grade. it’s a funny story that i would like to tell & i’m totally not friends with this girl so that means i can put a picture of her on the internet & talk about how she humiliated me right? i mean, maybe it will teach her a lesson on not humiliating people in junior high cause they might become big time bloggers, amirite or amirite?
i drank a lot of wine while trying to write about something other than “in da club”… well, actually i started writing about my new found love of “in da club” since i’d never heard it before, but i got bored. that happened like last week. i’m more of an “in the moment” blogger. now i’m just buzzed & fighting this crazy urge to add everyone i know from high school on facebook & spam their walls with links to my blog & pictures of kittens & serial killers. i don’t know why. i hate facebook, so this is very strange urge, but then again i have plenty of strange urges before my period— lashing out at strangers, hating every piece of clothing i own, eating entire sleeves of thin mints. i guess i’m par for the course.
Oscar Sunday Brunch Radio 2.0 36 Mafia- Acceptance Speech -> Hard Out Here For A Pimp Puff Daddy- Come With Me (feat Jimmy Page) Jay-Z Blue Magic (from American Gangsta) Booker T & the MGs - Tanks Lament Richard Prior- Dialogue (from Car Wash) Marvin Gaye- Main Theme from Troubleman …
“I am on a drug, it’s called Charlie Sheen. It’s not available because if you try it you will die. Your face will melt off and your children will weep over your exploded body.”—Charlie Sheen (via steveanderson)
i love that my co-worker, the one that plays rugby, has decided to implement baseball signs for me to use when i would like to “take advantage of his health insurance” aka “dip into his endless bottles of pain killers”. at first i was like, dude, i would never do that. i’m not going to take advantage of your good-will & generosity. he then, in his south african accent, went on about how this was our only option now that we had a “tight wadded [words i couldn’t decipher]” working the front office. i agreed… and tugged my earlobe.
of course you do, that’s why like 12% of you follow me.
that was almost a month ago. since then, i have called her numerous times & sent her a bunch of texts that went from being like, “hey, what’s going on, i’d really love to have this taken care of” to “i think you owe me an explanation” to “BITCH I HAVE YOUR TAX FORMS I SUGGEST YOU CALL ME BACK”.
nothing. not a word.
this is mind boggling to me.
this leaves me with two options as to what happened.
my optimistic side says that she probably truly believed there was an issue. what is appalling about this scenario is that she did not have the decency to apologize to me, or at the very least give me an explanation.
that being said, even if i’m being optimistic, she’s a fucking bitch and i hope i never run into her.
my pessimistic side (& most everyone i’ve told the story to) says that she made it up. that she was scamming me for something, trying to scare me into forking over a shit ton of money.
that being said, even if i’m being pessimistic, she’s a fucking bitch and i hope i never run into her.
it is all upsetting to me because there are so many people in our lives we trust are our friends & have our best interests at heart, but they don’t. there are people in our lives who will try to abuse us, although you have been nothing but kind to them. you expect people you don’t know to try to take advantage of you— the used salesman, the scummy bartender, the infomercials. but when someone you truly care about turns on you, it is incredibly disheartening.
we’re all going to get fucked over in our day.
it’s happened to me more times than i can count
but the trick is not to count,
but to just let it go.
because all those heartless people that abuse others are fucking going to hell. i’m not talking about any religious kind of hell, i’m talking about their own personal hell. whether that is in this life or the next, these wretched cretins that so smoothly move through our society with their angry hearts & ill-intentions, will all get their comeuppance.
all we can do is
just let them go,
& move on
& move on up.