What a fucked up ass night!!!!!! This weekend started of cool, well except for the part about losing my phone. I think I tracked it down, but that's another story. But tonight was just fucking insane. I had a good time until...........
Well let me preface this with this: A guy I work with has cancer. We staged a benefit show for him tonight. There was a five dollar cover and along with every single dime from the food and alcohol sales (which were all donated so there was no overhead) went to him. It was great. It was cool. Everybody had a good time and a lot of fucking money was raised for the guy. Well, there was this girl there that I kind of went out with back in like fucking October/ November. Well I know the whole story about "company ink" and all that shit, but sue me. I fucked up. I broke shit off with her in fucking December for chrissakes. I thought everything should be cool by now. Well she kept following me around all over the fucking place tonight. I couldn't go to a goddamned place she wasn't at. That was mildly annoying but I had a lot of friends there (i.e. excuses to keep ditching her) so it wasn't a problem so much as a minor annoyance. Well after the show a bunch of people go to this local bar to have a few more drinks. This bar is TOTALLY not my scene, but in the spirit of solidarity I go. WELL GUESS WHO THE FUCK ELSE HAPPENS TO BE THERE? It was a pain in the ass but I kept managing to dodge her and all of her comments and gestures the whole rest of the night. UNTILL CLOSING TIME. That is when she proceeded to grab a hold of me in the parking lot and tell me how much she was in love with me. That she would always be there for me and misc. crap like that. Now, be things as they may, she is a sweet girl. Maybe a bit misguided, but sweet none the less. I tried EVERYTHING to get her the fuck off of me. I placated her. I told her a more realistic version of the whole "its not you its me" shit. I got angry and tried to storm off. Actually that only resulted in her sitting in my fucking lap in my car, as I couldn't get the goddamned door shut before she got in there! I tried every possible thing I could think of to get her the fuck away from me. The truth, fabricated variations of the truth, out and out lies, just shutting down completely and being a goddamned statue, but no dice, she kept on countering with how much she loved me and how perfect I am ( I told you she was misguided). Finally what ended up working was me putting my hands in front of my face and saying "Look, I'm trying to be as nice as possible, but get out of my fucking car!". I felt like an ass, but I had reached that point. The joint closed at three and I didn't even get out of the fucking parking lot until 4:30. A friend of mine who was just fucking tanked was supposed to meet me at my place (I live two blocks from the joint) so he could crash, wasn't here when I finally arrived. I can only hope he ended up making it home (all the way the fuck across town). I don't know what I hoped to accomplish by posting all this shit. I guess I just had to vent. Jesus fucking Christ I hate being the bad guy, but this woman made me be it. Kids, listen to me. Never, ever, ever go out with anyone from your work place. No good can come from it. Anyway. I got to start getting ready for my double shift tomorrow...uh, I mean today. You cats take it easy and I swear I'll catch up with all of you that have posted to my journal as soon as I can.
Well let me preface this with this: A guy I work with has cancer. We staged a benefit show for him tonight. There was a five dollar cover and along with every single dime from the food and alcohol sales (which were all donated so there was no overhead) went to him. It was great. It was cool. Everybody had a good time and a lot of fucking money was raised for the guy. Well, there was this girl there that I kind of went out with back in like fucking October/ November. Well I know the whole story about "company ink" and all that shit, but sue me. I fucked up. I broke shit off with her in fucking December for chrissakes. I thought everything should be cool by now. Well she kept following me around all over the fucking place tonight. I couldn't go to a goddamned place she wasn't at. That was mildly annoying but I had a lot of friends there (i.e. excuses to keep ditching her) so it wasn't a problem so much as a minor annoyance. Well after the show a bunch of people go to this local bar to have a few more drinks. This bar is TOTALLY not my scene, but in the spirit of solidarity I go. WELL GUESS WHO THE FUCK ELSE HAPPENS TO BE THERE? It was a pain in the ass but I kept managing to dodge her and all of her comments and gestures the whole rest of the night. UNTILL CLOSING TIME. That is when she proceeded to grab a hold of me in the parking lot and tell me how much she was in love with me. That she would always be there for me and misc. crap like that. Now, be things as they may, she is a sweet girl. Maybe a bit misguided, but sweet none the less. I tried EVERYTHING to get her the fuck off of me. I placated her. I told her a more realistic version of the whole "its not you its me" shit. I got angry and tried to storm off. Actually that only resulted in her sitting in my fucking lap in my car, as I couldn't get the goddamned door shut before she got in there! I tried every possible thing I could think of to get her the fuck away from me. The truth, fabricated variations of the truth, out and out lies, just shutting down completely and being a goddamned statue, but no dice, she kept on countering with how much she loved me and how perfect I am ( I told you she was misguided). Finally what ended up working was me putting my hands in front of my face and saying "Look, I'm trying to be as nice as possible, but get out of my fucking car!". I felt like an ass, but I had reached that point. The joint closed at three and I didn't even get out of the fucking parking lot until 4:30. A friend of mine who was just fucking tanked was supposed to meet me at my place (I live two blocks from the joint) so he could crash, wasn't here when I finally arrived. I can only hope he ended up making it home (all the way the fuck across town). I don't know what I hoped to accomplish by posting all this shit. I guess I just had to vent. Jesus fucking Christ I hate being the bad guy, but this woman made me be it. Kids, listen to me. Never, ever, ever go out with anyone from your work place. No good can come from it. Anyway. I got to start getting ready for my double shift tomorrow...uh, I mean today. You cats take it easy and I swear I'll catch up with all of you that have posted to my journal as soon as I can.
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