The little glass house that Princess Melly lives in, that it.
I get so frustrated at how the world revolves around her. People how are normally considerate and alot of fun to be around...just become drones in her presence and it's frustrating.
I'm sick of not existing in my own life. It's too a point that I now have to take someone who is immune to the gravitational pull of Melly when I go out or I end up sitting by myself with an opinion that doesn't matter. It sucks.
Friday, July 27, 2007
Wednesday, July 25, 2007
And The Bitch Stole My Sunglasses...
I don't even know where to start. I am not having a good week.
Alright here goes, it's a long one. If you make it to the end, I give you a cookie.
So, Josh and I were to play some pool Monday night. I found it odd that I never heard from him. He called hours later to say that he was at home sleeping because he had to drive Daisha to Minneaplois and back that night to drop her off at the airport and be back for work at ten Tuesday morning. Well, seeing as how he had to be at work at 10, I offered to ride along despite the fact that I work on Tuesday. I needed to be at work at 2, so I figured I was more then golden. We make plans to meet up.
So, I get there and we sit and wait an extra hour for Daisha. Josh told her we needed to leave by one to get him back in time, so...12:30 was the plan. She showed up at 1:30.
We get all loaded we get gas, and are on the way. Well, she misses the exit to 51 (who misses highway 51!?!), we end up taking 8. This owrks out well, because everytime I have gone to the cities, I have taken 8. I knew Highway 8 like tha back of my hand, so once she started complaining about not being able to keep her eyes open and began swerving I offered to drive. This also worked out for us, because she never went any faster then 55 once behind the wheel. So me driving was a chance to make up some time.
It's at this point I must mention that her brother...not smelling so fresh. 80% humidity was not helping.
So drivers are switched and she crawls into the backseat, for what is assumed to be a nap.
"Wanna watch Family Guy, Josh?"
And she proceeds to get out some rather large electric cords. She was attempting to set up a desktop computer in the backseat of this Jeep. OOOOH! OOOH! Ask me how she was attempting to power this up! A fucking cigarette light powered adapater. She sincerely thought that enough power would come from this to run an entire desktop computer.
Well, it quickly became obvious that it wasn't the Family Guy she was after. She had purchased herself a brand spanking new Zen that day. She also failed to load anything to it, so...She was planning on setting it up in the car!! Well, in her frustrations of the computer to working it dawned on her, that she had no idea where this MP3 layer actually was. Soooo....she began ripping apart all of the luggage that her and her brother had packed, while zipping down the highway at 85 mph at 4 in the morning. Somewhere in there, there was screeching phone calls to her mother, lots of angry rantings about not wanting to go anymore. Blah Blah Blah AHHHHH!!!!
Meanwhile, all this is going on and Josh is trying to get some sleep, he knows I am going to need help driving home, and he is tired. Well, you can't nap with an adult child throwing a temper tantrum in the seat next to you, nor is it possible to nap, while holding the processor of a desk top computer on your lap. I announce that we are pulling over for a strech break in the next town and Josh is to get in the front seat. All fine and good. Josh climbs up front...we are on the way.
More bitching takes place about this goddamn mp3 player and about how it's unknown where abouts are ruining her move to New Zeland. As we are getting close to the Minnesota border, I ask what freeway to take.
"I dunno. 94 something."
"Is it 94, 394, 494, or 694?"
"Don't they all intersect anyway, just take one."
I look at Josh and you can tell I am begining to wear down, we both are. Still we say nothing.
More bitching, continued fussing about not going, and such...angry outburst at her brother...it is esclating rapidly over something so stupid.
Potty stop. Josh and I go into the gas station and just vent. Out only expression, "She's getting on the fucking plane."
She comes in and announces she needs some alone time and has found the stupid mp3 player. Fine whatever, lets go.
"Well, if Josh is willing to spare some time we can stop and get some hot breakfast."
His only response, "He isn't. I have to work."
Once back at the car, she announces she is sitting in front to attempt to repack everything. Whatever. Stop talking. All of her stuff is in the back, so sitting in the front makes sense. Before the car even moves, guess what?! She lost the fucking player AGAIN! This time, we know it's in the car, so I make no attempt to slow down...
As me approach the cities and she continues bitching and crying and throwing an all out temper tantrum...I discover I have missed something along the way as we have driven past the Metrodome. She's next to me on the phone damn near screaming at her mother to change the flights, because she isn't going. She's going home.
Josh leans forward and announces he's about had it. Again, all I say is, "You are getting on the plane."
I call and wake up Melanie. I need directions it's 5:30 in the morning. She was not happy. Somewhere between Daisha screaming in the phone at her mother and Melanie just telling me to look for the mall, we again get turned around. For the record, the direction we came....No signs for fucking anything.
Stop at a gas station, get directions. Turns out bad directions. Continued yelling and bitching from the passeneger seat. I call the other Josh who knows the Cities like no one else, he's going to tell me directions, I am going to say them out loud and Josh is going to repeat them back. Daisha again gets on the phone to her mother and begins the screaming/crying cycle all over again. Josh was unable to hear any of the directions. At this time, I am so pissed, I don't even care what time it is. It's 6:30. I pull over and ask some dude for directions. I get told, "You are one angry white girl." No shit.
He's given me directions and I hear commotion behind me in the vehicle. I get the directions and turn to head back to the car to find Daisha in the driver's seat. I look at Josh who terrifyingly looks at me and shrugs. Ok. I climb in, no longer caring. Guy comes over give her directions. She makes no attempt to even listen. She's more concerned with her map. Well, she figures she got it all firgured out....tears out of the parking lot and cuts off some guy in a BMW. We are not in a good neighborhood to be doing this. I ask her to pay more attention, she gives me attitude. Well, the nice guy sensing there were problems, pulled ahead of us and had us follow him. He took us as far as he could and pointed us damn near to the exit. Which she missed. She drove around for at least another hour before pulling over to check her precious map. I jump out of the car and tell her brother to get in front. He stares at me blankly. At this point in time, Josh also hets out of the car to begin his angry pace walk. As he is walking away he hears me scream..."Get your fucking ass in the goddamn front seat of the car right fucking now." Finally he gets the message.
I call Neale and am bitching up a storm to him and he is trying to calm me down. Josh begins walking towards me still on the phone, just as Daisha gets out of the car and starts walking towards me.
I get asked, "What is your problem?" Oh no she did not! I begin screaming at this girl at the top of my lungs about how inconsiderate she is being and how fucking unorganized some moving to another country is. Josh promptly walks away to let us have it out.
Granted she doesn't have us in the best neighborhood for two white girls to be screaming at each other. I finally have to tell her several times that for her own safety, she has to go talk to Josh, because I am not afraid to punch her.
She goes over by Josh who blows her off, because he is on the phone. She gets back in the car. Josh will tell you that at this point in time, the gods sent us a gift. A taxi pulls into the parking lot and just sits there. No passengers, just sits there. Josh tries to explain to her that this is a good idea. The cab driver knows where he is going. We could get home from here...GOOD IDEA ALL AROUND.
No so, after swearing she knows where she is, Josh telling her she's full of shit and such, he tells me to get back in the car. She proceeds to instantly not know where she is going. At this point in time, I know I'm fucked. I call the store, explain my situation. They are ok with it.
Daisha begins mumbling shit about me in the front seat to which Josh and I both responded by putting on our headphones and fucking with our phones. I lean up against him and he make it very clear that since we are both fucked, we don't give a shit anymore. We are also no longer being nice, if we have something to say....we say it. Fuck it. She complains about the sun being in her eyes, I loan her my sunglasses. I ask her not to take them on the plane.
8 rolls around and Josh recomends the cab again. Her flight leaves at 9....they have already missed check in. Some how, by some retarded accicent she finds the right exit. We pull up to curb side drop off and basically push them out. She of course, though, still has to re pack every fucking thing.
At this point we also comment that she should probably give us gas money since we spent three hours burning gas driving around the city. Essentially, the gas to get home. She gives us $20. WHAT THE FUCK!
Driving away from the airport, "Fuck Josh. She has my sunglasses."
Since the mall is basically across the street, we go there. A milion food choices. NOTHING IS FUCKING OPEN. We walk around a little bit, snap a few dumb pictures and are on our way.
The rest of the trip is really quite uneventful, it's spent mostly bitching about how retarded she was. Josh and I had a nice drive home. I wish I could make you understand how horrible this trip that should have only taken 8 hours, that turned into 13 was. I don't think you can really graps the words on the page.
Well, the drama continued this morning as my mother called ranting on my voicemail to me about how irresponsible I am being because I am more concerned about running around with my little friends then working and taking care of myself. FUCK! How is this any of her business?! Second of all, there should have been no reason that I had to miss work at all....And lastly, stay the fuck out of my business, it's not her life....it's mine.
I am a peace loving person and rarely speak out when I am frustrated, but I can honestly say, I never want to see this girl again. What a rotten individual. I don't care if she reads all of this or not, but she deserves to know how horrid she made people.
And with that, I am off to the shower.
**I simply don't feel like changing any names....so there***
Alright here goes, it's a long one. If you make it to the end, I give you a cookie.
So, Josh and I were to play some pool Monday night. I found it odd that I never heard from him. He called hours later to say that he was at home sleeping because he had to drive Daisha to Minneaplois and back that night to drop her off at the airport and be back for work at ten Tuesday morning. Well, seeing as how he had to be at work at 10, I offered to ride along despite the fact that I work on Tuesday. I needed to be at work at 2, so I figured I was more then golden. We make plans to meet up.
So, I get there and we sit and wait an extra hour for Daisha. Josh told her we needed to leave by one to get him back in time, so...12:30 was the plan. She showed up at 1:30.
We get all loaded we get gas, and are on the way. Well, she misses the exit to 51 (who misses highway 51!?!), we end up taking 8. This owrks out well, because everytime I have gone to the cities, I have taken 8. I knew Highway 8 like tha back of my hand, so once she started complaining about not being able to keep her eyes open and began swerving I offered to drive. This also worked out for us, because she never went any faster then 55 once behind the wheel. So me driving was a chance to make up some time.
It's at this point I must mention that her brother...not smelling so fresh. 80% humidity was not helping.
So drivers are switched and she crawls into the backseat, for what is assumed to be a nap.
"Wanna watch Family Guy, Josh?"
And she proceeds to get out some rather large electric cords. She was attempting to set up a desktop computer in the backseat of this Jeep. OOOOH! OOOH! Ask me how she was attempting to power this up! A fucking cigarette light powered adapater. She sincerely thought that enough power would come from this to run an entire desktop computer.
Well, it quickly became obvious that it wasn't the Family Guy she was after. She had purchased herself a brand spanking new Zen that day. She also failed to load anything to it, so...She was planning on setting it up in the car!! Well, in her frustrations of the computer to working it dawned on her, that she had no idea where this MP3 layer actually was. Soooo....she began ripping apart all of the luggage that her and her brother had packed, while zipping down the highway at 85 mph at 4 in the morning. Somewhere in there, there was screeching phone calls to her mother, lots of angry rantings about not wanting to go anymore. Blah Blah Blah AHHHHH!!!!
Meanwhile, all this is going on and Josh is trying to get some sleep, he knows I am going to need help driving home, and he is tired. Well, you can't nap with an adult child throwing a temper tantrum in the seat next to you, nor is it possible to nap, while holding the processor of a desk top computer on your lap. I announce that we are pulling over for a strech break in the next town and Josh is to get in the front seat. All fine and good. Josh climbs up front...we are on the way.
More bitching takes place about this goddamn mp3 player and about how it's unknown where abouts are ruining her move to New Zeland. As we are getting close to the Minnesota border, I ask what freeway to take.
"I dunno. 94 something."
"Is it 94, 394, 494, or 694?"
"Don't they all intersect anyway, just take one."
I look at Josh and you can tell I am begining to wear down, we both are. Still we say nothing.
More bitching, continued fussing about not going, and such...angry outburst at her brother...it is esclating rapidly over something so stupid.
Potty stop. Josh and I go into the gas station and just vent. Out only expression, "She's getting on the fucking plane."
She comes in and announces she needs some alone time and has found the stupid mp3 player. Fine whatever, lets go.
"Well, if Josh is willing to spare some time we can stop and get some hot breakfast."
His only response, "He isn't. I have to work."
Once back at the car, she announces she is sitting in front to attempt to repack everything. Whatever. Stop talking. All of her stuff is in the back, so sitting in the front makes sense. Before the car even moves, guess what?! She lost the fucking player AGAIN! This time, we know it's in the car, so I make no attempt to slow down...
As me approach the cities and she continues bitching and crying and throwing an all out temper tantrum...I discover I have missed something along the way as we have driven past the Metrodome. She's next to me on the phone damn near screaming at her mother to change the flights, because she isn't going. She's going home.
Josh leans forward and announces he's about had it. Again, all I say is, "You are getting on the plane."
I call and wake up Melanie. I need directions it's 5:30 in the morning. She was not happy. Somewhere between Daisha screaming in the phone at her mother and Melanie just telling me to look for the mall, we again get turned around. For the record, the direction we came....No signs for fucking anything.
Stop at a gas station, get directions. Turns out bad directions. Continued yelling and bitching from the passeneger seat. I call the other Josh who knows the Cities like no one else, he's going to tell me directions, I am going to say them out loud and Josh is going to repeat them back. Daisha again gets on the phone to her mother and begins the screaming/crying cycle all over again. Josh was unable to hear any of the directions. At this time, I am so pissed, I don't even care what time it is. It's 6:30. I pull over and ask some dude for directions. I get told, "You are one angry white girl." No shit.
He's given me directions and I hear commotion behind me in the vehicle. I get the directions and turn to head back to the car to find Daisha in the driver's seat. I look at Josh who terrifyingly looks at me and shrugs. Ok. I climb in, no longer caring. Guy comes over give her directions. She makes no attempt to even listen. She's more concerned with her map. Well, she figures she got it all firgured out....tears out of the parking lot and cuts off some guy in a BMW. We are not in a good neighborhood to be doing this. I ask her to pay more attention, she gives me attitude. Well, the nice guy sensing there were problems, pulled ahead of us and had us follow him. He took us as far as he could and pointed us damn near to the exit. Which she missed. She drove around for at least another hour before pulling over to check her precious map. I jump out of the car and tell her brother to get in front. He stares at me blankly. At this point in time, Josh also hets out of the car to begin his angry pace walk. As he is walking away he hears me scream..."Get your fucking ass in the goddamn front seat of the car right fucking now." Finally he gets the message.
I call Neale and am bitching up a storm to him and he is trying to calm me down. Josh begins walking towards me still on the phone, just as Daisha gets out of the car and starts walking towards me.
I get asked, "What is your problem?" Oh no she did not! I begin screaming at this girl at the top of my lungs about how inconsiderate she is being and how fucking unorganized some moving to another country is. Josh promptly walks away to let us have it out.
Granted she doesn't have us in the best neighborhood for two white girls to be screaming at each other. I finally have to tell her several times that for her own safety, she has to go talk to Josh, because I am not afraid to punch her.
She goes over by Josh who blows her off, because he is on the phone. She gets back in the car. Josh will tell you that at this point in time, the gods sent us a gift. A taxi pulls into the parking lot and just sits there. No passengers, just sits there. Josh tries to explain to her that this is a good idea. The cab driver knows where he is going. We could get home from here...GOOD IDEA ALL AROUND.
No so, after swearing she knows where she is, Josh telling her she's full of shit and such, he tells me to get back in the car. She proceeds to instantly not know where she is going. At this point in time, I know I'm fucked. I call the store, explain my situation. They are ok with it.
Daisha begins mumbling shit about me in the front seat to which Josh and I both responded by putting on our headphones and fucking with our phones. I lean up against him and he make it very clear that since we are both fucked, we don't give a shit anymore. We are also no longer being nice, if we have something to say....we say it. Fuck it. She complains about the sun being in her eyes, I loan her my sunglasses. I ask her not to take them on the plane.
8 rolls around and Josh recomends the cab again. Her flight leaves at 9....they have already missed check in. Some how, by some retarded accicent she finds the right exit. We pull up to curb side drop off and basically push them out. She of course, though, still has to re pack every fucking thing.
At this point we also comment that she should probably give us gas money since we spent three hours burning gas driving around the city. Essentially, the gas to get home. She gives us $20. WHAT THE FUCK!
Driving away from the airport, "Fuck Josh. She has my sunglasses."
Since the mall is basically across the street, we go there. A milion food choices. NOTHING IS FUCKING OPEN. We walk around a little bit, snap a few dumb pictures and are on our way.
The rest of the trip is really quite uneventful, it's spent mostly bitching about how retarded she was. Josh and I had a nice drive home. I wish I could make you understand how horrible this trip that should have only taken 8 hours, that turned into 13 was. I don't think you can really graps the words on the page.
Well, the drama continued this morning as my mother called ranting on my voicemail to me about how irresponsible I am being because I am more concerned about running around with my little friends then working and taking care of myself. FUCK! How is this any of her business?! Second of all, there should have been no reason that I had to miss work at all....And lastly, stay the fuck out of my business, it's not her life....it's mine.
I am a peace loving person and rarely speak out when I am frustrated, but I can honestly say, I never want to see this girl again. What a rotten individual. I don't care if she reads all of this or not, but she deserves to know how horrid she made people.
And with that, I am off to the shower.
**I simply don't feel like changing any names....so there***
Monday, July 23, 2007
A Break In The Clouds...
I'm not really going to go into details, because some of you simply don't care. But, it's get out of debt day for June. I feel better then I have since in ages. I have my closure with the bank.
Are times and money going to be tight still sometimes? Yes.
Am I still going to think back and wish I had done a few things differently? Oh yes.
Are there going to be times I wish I still had my cushy job? No doubt.
Would I take back my same job with a pay raise? Under no circumstances.
Dave said to me Saturday night, "I can't remember the last time I have seen you honestly smile. I forget how beautiful it is."
I'm smiling today. I'm paying bills. It shouldn't be a happy time, but oh my...I'm just alive with glee. I'm taking my life back. It's a great feeling.
OH, and I saw a box of free kittens today....I may go back. But Katie will try to steal Sandy Meowfax thou...
Are times and money going to be tight still sometimes? Yes.
Am I still going to think back and wish I had done a few things differently? Oh yes.
Are there going to be times I wish I still had my cushy job? No doubt.
Would I take back my same job with a pay raise? Under no circumstances.
Dave said to me Saturday night, "I can't remember the last time I have seen you honestly smile. I forget how beautiful it is."
I'm smiling today. I'm paying bills. It shouldn't be a happy time, but oh my...I'm just alive with glee. I'm taking my life back. It's a great feeling.
OH, and I saw a box of free kittens today....I may go back. But Katie will try to steal Sandy Meowfax thou...
Friday, July 20, 2007
The Plot...Thickens,,,,
Well, I went yesterday. I had a really nice time yesterday. We went to see Harry Potter, we sat and talked, it was nice. Afterward, I had to leave because I had dinner plans with a friend, but as soon as I left he invited me for more even activites with his friends. I was unable to meet up for that but he did meet me at the bar after softball to shoot a couple games of pool.
I will explain it later, but I consider his relationship status to be one one that is a weak story. He met her on-line and she lives in Central IL. I don't consider someone he doesn't even see on a casual basis to be something of a situation for me to deal with.
So, I don't think I am going to change my course of actions.
I will explain it later, but I consider his relationship status to be one one that is a weak story. He met her on-line and she lives in Central IL. I don't consider someone he doesn't even see on a casual basis to be something of a situation for me to deal with.
So, I don't think I am going to change my course of actions.
Thursday, July 19, 2007
Yup, That's About Right...
Right after, he asked me to a movie, I get this.
"I have an interesting relationship story. But the bulk of it is, I am not single."
Excuse me while I play in traffic.
"I have an interesting relationship story. But the bulk of it is, I am not single."
Excuse me while I play in traffic.
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
How Does That Work...
There's more food in my cupboard for the cats then me. There's less then a quarter tank of gas in my car. There's a stack of bills I can't pay. I think I need to look for moving boxes. My checking account balance is single digits.
But one text message from him, and I am grinning like a school girl. I think I have a crush.
But one text message from him, and I am grinning like a school girl. I think I have a crush.
Oh, He Is Good...
A quote from the new boy...
"You have a charisma about you that demands attention."
It's been awhile since I have been complimented by the opposite sex in such a way I had no reply. He said some other things that were also really nice....but this one stands out to me tonight.
Monday, July 16, 2007
A Flashback...
Why does today's Japanese earthquake that is causing problems at a nuclear plant, remind me of this 1986 nuclear disaster?
It makes me heart sad to think of the possible disaster for years to come from even such a small breach. Did you not see Erin Brochovich?
It makes me heart sad to think of the possible disaster for years to come from even such a small breach. Did you not see Erin Brochovich?
A Bummer Still...
Despite the fact that I knew it probably wasn't happening, I was still very bummed when I got the letter denying my claim for unemployment.
I really could use that money right now. I'm in a bit of a pinch and money is tight. I could have used a check today to play the bills that I haven't really been paying in the last month.
I'm going to have to get used to a whole other way of life right now with cash being what it is. I haven't had this little of income since years before I moved out of my mother's house.
*sigh* I am not exactly sure what I am going to do right now.
I really could use that money right now. I'm in a bit of a pinch and money is tight. I could have used a check today to play the bills that I haven't really been paying in the last month.
I'm going to have to get used to a whole other way of life right now with cash being what it is. I haven't had this little of income since years before I moved out of my mother's house.
*sigh* I am not exactly sure what I am going to do right now.
Saturday, July 14, 2007
Like All Great Stories...
This one's about a boy.
So there's this boy. He used to date the sister of a friend I am very close with. He also happens to be the friend of someone I dated a few times off and on for the last year or so. Someone I know socially at least. Well, he sought me out the other day. There's been some mild flirting...just some fun. Nothing worth mentioning yet really, but worth mentioning if that makes sense.
Anyway, I was talking to Bartender about this boy and it occurred to me that I have actually put road blocks up to avoid being in relationships. I hate not being in control. And sometimes, you can't control everything in a relationship.
Well, with as depressed as I have been lately, I am thinking that maybe giving up a little control and letting myself be open to the little "pick me up" situation, might not be such a bad thing.
So there's this boy. He used to date the sister of a friend I am very close with. He also happens to be the friend of someone I dated a few times off and on for the last year or so. Someone I know socially at least. Well, he sought me out the other day. There's been some mild flirting...just some fun. Nothing worth mentioning yet really, but worth mentioning if that makes sense.
Anyway, I was talking to Bartender about this boy and it occurred to me that I have actually put road blocks up to avoid being in relationships. I hate not being in control. And sometimes, you can't control everything in a relationship.
Well, with as depressed as I have been lately, I am thinking that maybe giving up a little control and letting myself be open to the little "pick me up" situation, might not be such a bad thing.
Friday, July 13, 2007
Thursday, July 12, 2007
Are There Rules For This Sort Of Thing...
Can you date the ex of a friend's sister if you were never close with the sister, in the first place? And the sister has clearly moved on?
Is that ok? Am I allowed to do that?
Is that ok? Am I allowed to do that?
And Then It Hit Me...
One time, not so long ago...I had a dinner party and it was fun.
One day last week, I had talks of hosting Thanksgiving dinner for my friends. One holiday, no families...just friends. I wonder if that would work.
So what do you all say?
Thanksgiving dinner at my house or dinner/wine party like last time?
One day last week, I had talks of hosting Thanksgiving dinner for my friends. One holiday, no families...just friends. I wonder if that would work.
So what do you all say?
Thanksgiving dinner at my house or dinner/wine party like last time?
Wednesday, July 04, 2007
Tuesday, July 03, 2007
Why Haven't You Gone Yet...
If you haven't seen Transformers yet, stop everything. Stop reading this. Go see it now.
Why are you still reading this?
Why are you still reading this?
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