blow this popsicle stand.
Feb. 4th, 2004 12:03 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
impyToday sucked muchly. Sure, there were good things. Namely, Scrubs was on and not interrupted every 15 seconds by poll details. That's a good thing. Unfortunately I didn't really like the episode all that much. Good compared to the freakish Friends commercials [not a fan, sorry], but when you consider how much NBC makes me wait... enh.
Anyway, Skanky HoHo [the ex roommate] was supposed to come over today. I'm sure you've heard this story before. Thing is, I'd arranged a ride so there'd be no, "Well, I can't get there" excuse, and I was all set to trade her one shiny for another. [Her The Crow: Salvation poster. Mm. Eric Mabius.] How sad. Bartering to get someone to visit you. Whatever. So, I called before Mom was set to take the car and be off for the afternoon. SHH said she didn't have a ride, otherwise she'd visit. I said, "Oh, but you do have a ride!" and she turned me down again, saying she had to go visit Amelia, her friend [is everyone on the planet her friend but me? Are you guys all friends with SHH? ] who will be performing the handfasting.
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The stunned silence there is because she knows that if I breathe one word of this to her sister, her mother, any family member, she will either die or be disowned, assuming they haven't written her off completely. [which, would kill SHH the drama queen. Just sayin'.] She also knows how little I like her beloved bitchboi, and how many times I've had to rearrange my fucking schedule because she's said she wants to do something.
And so, I'm not so sorry to say, I snapped at her. Went off like a mad-Impy. Said half the things I'd been saving up, and threw the rest away as they'd just kill the flow or were entirely too cruel to not be said in person.
What did she say? Nothing, actually. When called on the fact that every phone conversation we have is completely one sided, she said she'd noticed ... and then she didn't say anything else. Because her BBB [beloved bitchboi, remember?] was there. She said nothing, so I went off again. And then she got miffed because she could have sworn she'd said that she'd be coming over after 6pm. Which she totally did not say, because if she did, I wouldn't have gone off. I'm crazy but I'm not stupid.
So, I'm partially done with the rant [felt good. Only now I think I should have given the whole rantage, but I get the feeling I'll get a do-over really soon.] and she begins swearing up and down that she'll definitely come over tonight. Swears. Will not blow me off, man. She will bring the shiny and appear on my doorstep.
And like the idiot I am, I believe her. x_x Idiot, yes. I figure that since she knows how mad I am, she won't do exactly what I got mad at her for in the first place. I go off, I vote [...what a waste of my time that was.], I get my # from the library which involved talking to some snooty librarians [dude, you're not here to read, you're here to get me the hell out so you can read in peace. sheesh.], went to the store and got a store card thingie for later buying cheap stuff. I was a productive member of society or something.
I came home, read the old mail about to be deleted, and then went to clean my room up for her arrival. 6 came and went, but I wasn't worried because I didn't want the room to be a mess, despite the fact that her is the single most disgusting room I've ever seen outside of Hollywood horror.
7:20 the phone rings, just as I've finished cleaning the bathroom. [shut.up.] She just got home from her clandestine meeting with Amelia. She called Troy [I.hate.him.too.] who refused to take her. But he'll take her Thursday.
And this is when I realized that if she were close enough for me to walk and visit [I wouldn't be in this mess? nah], I would punch her so hard I think my fist would come out the other side of her skull. If I were the punching sort, which I'm not really.
So I walk downstairs, hand the phone to my mother, and proceed to not kill something or, you know, not cry. The tears would just make me feel stupid [again, shut up] and feel out of place, although when I think about it, it'd make sense. Seeing as she'd be my only local friend once her sister moves out of state in a couple of months. And given the way I'm treated now, I will have to make new friends [ugh] or deal with it.
To say I hated her at that moment would be an understatement. This is someone I have driven in the middle of the night to see her boyfriend simply because she asked me to. I have conned my brother, who never, ever does anything for anyone else, to go and get because she was on the verge of playing slice and dice with herself. I have given her a place to live, I have helped her do almost everything she has ever asked of me, and all I fucking asked for in return was her to come visit me because lately I've needed to talk to her and she won't talk to me on the phone without bringing the BBB up every fifteen seconds.
Fuck her.
Anyway, Skanky HoHo [the ex roommate] was supposed to come over today. I'm sure you've heard this story before. Thing is, I'd arranged a ride so there'd be no, "Well, I can't get there" excuse, and I was all set to trade her one shiny for another. [Her The Crow: Salvation poster. Mm. Eric Mabius.] How sad. Bartering to get someone to visit you. Whatever. So, I called before Mom was set to take the car and be off for the afternoon. SHH said she didn't have a ride, otherwise she'd visit. I said, "Oh, but you do have a ride!" and she turned me down again, saying she had to go visit Amelia, her friend [is everyone on the planet her friend but me? Are you guys all friends with SHH? ] who will be performing the handfasting.
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.....
..........
The stunned silence there is because she knows that if I breathe one word of this to her sister, her mother, any family member, she will either die or be disowned, assuming they haven't written her off completely. [which, would kill SHH the drama queen. Just sayin'.] She also knows how little I like her beloved bitchboi, and how many times I've had to rearrange my fucking schedule because she's said she wants to do something.
And so, I'm not so sorry to say, I snapped at her. Went off like a mad-Impy. Said half the things I'd been saving up, and threw the rest away as they'd just kill the flow or were entirely too cruel to not be said in person.
What did she say? Nothing, actually. When called on the fact that every phone conversation we have is completely one sided, she said she'd noticed ... and then she didn't say anything else. Because her BBB [beloved bitchboi, remember?] was there. She said nothing, so I went off again. And then she got miffed because she could have sworn she'd said that she'd be coming over after 6pm. Which she totally did not say, because if she did, I wouldn't have gone off. I'm crazy but I'm not stupid.
So, I'm partially done with the rant [felt good. Only now I think I should have given the whole rantage, but I get the feeling I'll get a do-over really soon.] and she begins swearing up and down that she'll definitely come over tonight. Swears. Will not blow me off, man. She will bring the shiny and appear on my doorstep.
And like the idiot I am, I believe her. x_x Idiot, yes. I figure that since she knows how mad I am, she won't do exactly what I got mad at her for in the first place. I go off, I vote [...what a waste of my time that was.], I get my # from the library which involved talking to some snooty librarians [dude, you're not here to read, you're here to get me the hell out so you can read in peace. sheesh.], went to the store and got a store card thingie for later buying cheap stuff. I was a productive member of society or something.
I came home, read the old mail about to be deleted, and then went to clean my room up for her arrival. 6 came and went, but I wasn't worried because I didn't want the room to be a mess, despite the fact that her is the single most disgusting room I've ever seen outside of Hollywood horror.
7:20 the phone rings, just as I've finished cleaning the bathroom. [shut.up.] She just got home from her clandestine meeting with Amelia. She called Troy [I.hate.him.too.] who refused to take her. But he'll take her Thursday.
And this is when I realized that if she were close enough for me to walk and visit [I wouldn't be in this mess? nah], I would punch her so hard I think my fist would come out the other side of her skull. If I were the punching sort, which I'm not really.
So I walk downstairs, hand the phone to my mother, and proceed to not kill something or, you know, not cry. The tears would just make me feel stupid [again, shut up] and feel out of place, although when I think about it, it'd make sense. Seeing as she'd be my only local friend once her sister moves out of state in a couple of months. And given the way I'm treated now, I will have to make new friends [ugh] or deal with it.
To say I hated her at that moment would be an understatement. This is someone I have driven in the middle of the night to see her boyfriend simply because she asked me to. I have conned my brother, who never, ever does anything for anyone else, to go and get because she was on the verge of playing slice and dice with herself. I have given her a place to live, I have helped her do almost everything she has ever asked of me, and all I fucking asked for in return was her to come visit me because lately I've needed to talk to her and she won't talk to me on the phone without bringing the BBB up every fifteen seconds.
Fuck her.
