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Chasing after distractions
Oct. 11th, 2007 06:27 amWhat to do, what to do, what to do.
If I obsess over this, it won't matter. Nothing will come of it except that my headache will flood right back and I'll be forced to murder people and pray that somewhere out there sits a judge who also has gigantic headaches and will sympathize.
The setup: Either Cass is getting hitched the 23rd, with party to follow the 27th, or she's going to kill Matt, and party to follow. As this is the last of my friends [at least, the ones I've known for more than ten years] getting married, it's sort of a big deal and sort of not. Also, she's friends with Ryan, whom you might remember as the on again/off again boyfriend. Haven't seen Ryan for... a very frickin' long time, and we are firmly in that section where if something isn't done, we will end up in the off-again status. Thing is, I'm not entirely sure he realized that before yesterday. I'd like to think he had to have known, since he's not an idiot, but he's also a guy, and they tend to come in the clueless variety. ( ... )
But I digress. He's said he's show up for the event and yet when I've asked, lately it's been one of those, "sure, sure..." and then nothing else is said of it. So I emailed him last week, pointing out that if he was going to show, I should probably know. Nothing. Days ticked by. Saw him online. Was told he was online the day before. No email. I'm a little ticked, and so I point out to Cass that if he doesn't show, if he doesn't even let me know, then fuck it, I'm tired of this game. We've been here before, sort of, and I'd really rather just leave it. I'll continue to tell creepy guys that sure, yeah, dating someone... but this go round it'll be a complete lie. I'll deal. That whole, if I must be lonely, I'd rather be alone thing. Not sure whether I would/will stick to that, but the moment I said it, I meant it.
Cass takes matters into her own hands. Either she really didn't like me when he and I broke up spectacularly last time, or maybe she's just being a good friend, or somewhere in between, but she corners him online last night, while I was calling out sick with a headache the size of Alaska, and asks him point blank if he's showing. He admits that his job was only a seasonal thing and that it's over [no one told moi] annnnd that he's broke. Cass points out that hey, impyluv makes money and might help him out, as history has proven she's done it before. He points out that he'd feel bad about asking, so she flat out tells him that if he doesn't show, or make a real fucking effort, he's on my shit list, and since I can't take out everyone on the list, I can damn well start with the ones I can. And this is where things get tricky. His response doesn't exactly scream, "No, god, anything but that!" and he doesn't want to ask me. Dude, if you're going to hit me up for money, have the balls and ask, don't have her do it. But he does, as she's the one telling me this, not him.
Cass checks out how much it'll cost if he goes greyhound, again, and it's not so bad. Thing is, I'd pretty much have to buy 'em soon, and I'm kind of waffling on this. The one great thing about him not showing up was that I don't have to worry about how awful I may or may not look at any given moment. Superficial and obviously masking something else, but also just plain true.
What to do, what to do. I'm not sure if I even expected him to show, or just thought I did, but without really... That makes no sense, does it? Yeah, it does, if you're wishy washy like I am at times. So. What to do. Duh, obviously look and see if Cassy's research is true.
Let's move on to something fluffy!
It's that time again. Betting on Pullip Fab. We whittle the entries from eighteen down to a puny ten, and this is made easier... how?
( Because I'm nice. )
And that's all we've got. I have things to do, like shower, greyhound, and putting kid sister through her paces, as well as two episodes of Gossip Girl to catch up on.
Oh, and ari's gift came yesterday! Say what you will about Sephora, they ship fast. :D [okay, and my cheap tag along items came as well, as did the freebie I'm still unsure whether it's for ari or for me.]
If I obsess over this, it won't matter. Nothing will come of it except that my headache will flood right back and I'll be forced to murder people and pray that somewhere out there sits a judge who also has gigantic headaches and will sympathize.
The setup: Either Cass is getting hitched the 23rd, with party to follow the 27th, or she's going to kill Matt, and party to follow. As this is the last of my friends [at least, the ones I've known for more than ten years] getting married, it's sort of a big deal and sort of not. Also, she's friends with Ryan, whom you might remember as the on again/off again boyfriend. Haven't seen Ryan for... a very frickin' long time, and we are firmly in that section where if something isn't done, we will end up in the off-again status. Thing is, I'm not entirely sure he realized that before yesterday. I'd like to think he had to have known, since he's not an idiot, but he's also a guy, and they tend to come in the clueless variety. ( ... )
But I digress. He's said he's show up for the event and yet when I've asked, lately it's been one of those, "sure, sure..." and then nothing else is said of it. So I emailed him last week, pointing out that if he was going to show, I should probably know. Nothing. Days ticked by. Saw him online. Was told he was online the day before. No email. I'm a little ticked, and so I point out to Cass that if he doesn't show, if he doesn't even let me know, then fuck it, I'm tired of this game. We've been here before, sort of, and I'd really rather just leave it. I'll continue to tell creepy guys that sure, yeah, dating someone... but this go round it'll be a complete lie. I'll deal. That whole, if I must be lonely, I'd rather be alone thing. Not sure whether I would/will stick to that, but the moment I said it, I meant it.
Cass takes matters into her own hands. Either she really didn't like me when he and I broke up spectacularly last time, or maybe she's just being a good friend, or somewhere in between, but she corners him online last night, while I was calling out sick with a headache the size of Alaska, and asks him point blank if he's showing. He admits that his job was only a seasonal thing and that it's over [no one told moi] annnnd that he's broke. Cass points out that hey, impyluv makes money and might help him out, as history has proven she's done it before. He points out that he'd feel bad about asking, so she flat out tells him that if he doesn't show, or make a real fucking effort, he's on my shit list, and since I can't take out everyone on the list, I can damn well start with the ones I can. And this is where things get tricky. His response doesn't exactly scream, "No, god, anything but that!" and he doesn't want to ask me. Dude, if you're going to hit me up for money, have the balls and ask, don't have her do it. But he does, as she's the one telling me this, not him.
Cass checks out how much it'll cost if he goes greyhound, again, and it's not so bad. Thing is, I'd pretty much have to buy 'em soon, and I'm kind of waffling on this. The one great thing about him not showing up was that I don't have to worry about how awful I may or may not look at any given moment. Superficial and obviously masking something else, but also just plain true.
What to do, what to do. I'm not sure if I even expected him to show, or just thought I did, but without really... That makes no sense, does it? Yeah, it does, if you're wishy washy like I am at times. So. What to do. Duh, obviously look and see if Cassy's research is true.
Let's move on to something fluffy!
It's that time again. Betting on Pullip Fab. We whittle the entries from eighteen down to a puny ten, and this is made easier... how?
( Because I'm nice. )
And that's all we've got. I have things to do, like shower, greyhound, and putting kid sister through her paces, as well as two episodes of Gossip Girl to catch up on.
Oh, and ari's gift came yesterday! Say what you will about Sephora, they ship fast. :D [okay, and my cheap tag along items came as well, as did the freebie I'm still unsure whether it's for ari or for me.]