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***