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Sep. 8th, 2003
OK... STOP DYING!!!
Sep. 8th, 2003 11:31 amDood.. so I just got a phone call...My grandma's best friend died yesterday.... this is the third death I've dealt with in almost exactly one month to the day... oy vey... my grandma doesn't know yet.. she's gonna be devestated... sigh... and me and my cousin aren't even gonna be here to see her expression... I'm telling my uncle tho so that he'll know what to expect when he gets home... sigh..
Dood, why did I just get a " Who's number is this on my cell phone? " call from the GIRLFRIEND of a friend of mine that I hung out with last night who supposedly lied that he was coming to kick it with me. I don't need this. Ok folks.. The friend's name.. I guess I should say former friend cuz he's soooo blocked after this one... was a former coworker of mine at Target... we become friends and kicked it and like he was a total fuckin asshole to me and so we stopped talking. Then out of the blue I get this e-mail yesterday. He says he misses me blah blah blah. I'm like whatever dood. So we talk online for a bit and he decides he wants to drive all the way from hayward to rodeo.. just to see me. Right! If that wasn't a blatent " I better get sex when I get there " statement.. then I don't know what is. He doesn't get sex. He gets a hug and nothing more.
So we talked last night for a bit.. caught up with our lives... and that's about it. Nothing big.. he goes home... I go to bed. End of story.
his girlfriend just calls me to find out who I am cuz he used her cell phone to call me cuz he got lost. Guys are the worst " cheaters " in the world. WAAAYYY TOOO SLOPPY!! :: shakes head, laughing :: It's almost comical to me...
So her and I talk, cuz I'm not a Jerry Springer drama bitch. I'm civil. I tell her the facts. She tells me her facts. And we figure out he's a prick and I'm never speaking to him again, she can deal with him. He was a fountain of lies. Because that's how fast they were spouting from his mouth. And frankly. I don't need him. So yes. I don't tolerate Drama. Unless it's the type where I'm starring in a play. I don't tolerate it at all.
So we talked last night for a bit.. caught up with our lives... and that's about it. Nothing big.. he goes home... I go to bed. End of story.
his girlfriend just calls me to find out who I am cuz he used her cell phone to call me cuz he got lost. Guys are the worst " cheaters " in the world. WAAAYYY TOOO SLOPPY!! :: shakes head, laughing :: It's almost comical to me...
So her and I talk, cuz I'm not a Jerry Springer drama bitch. I'm civil. I tell her the facts. She tells me her facts. And we figure out he's a prick and I'm never speaking to him again, she can deal with him. He was a fountain of lies. Because that's how fast they were spouting from his mouth. And frankly. I don't need him. So yes. I don't tolerate Drama. Unless it's the type where I'm starring in a play. I don't tolerate it at all.
