Journal 3
Stacie is today's topic.
First the background:
When I lived in NH i was sorta active in the punk scene. Meaning if i could get to a show id lie cheat and steal to get into it.
So i gotta move to mississippi where even God hates. So i start busting out emails of people who might know something about the punk scene. I find this chick named stacie. She emails me back and we start to talk. She calls me and shit. Great I made a friend.
I get to MS and give her a call she says "cool, we'll hang out soon," GREAT!
2 weeks go by. She emails me and asks if i wanna hang out that week. I say yes. i can do anything anytime. Well, because i can. So she says ok ill give you a call. I don't get to talk to her for a few days. Well her car broke down and she doled out over a grand to get it fixed, and shes busy. No big deal.
I continue to talk to her on the phone for another week and a half. So I shoot her a note asking if we can make definate plans, cuz really im goin crazy here. I walk my dog to the park and he shits, thats the most exciting thing ive doen so far honestly. She reads it. No answer.
Ok now what the fuck. If you feel uncomfortable talking to me in person because i first talked to you online, thats cool. but dont go tossin shit around offering to hang out with me when you arent gonna fuckin do it. That shit is worse than sayin "hey i got some booze for you" then telling me you lied about it. Fuck that shit. I mean really thats god damned annoying. It just plain pissed me the fuck off. So really I dont know what im gonna do because god knows not many people can stand my weird mix of anger depression hatred rage and humour.
oh well i still have booze
eric
Stacie is today's topic.
First the background:
When I lived in NH i was sorta active in the punk scene. Meaning if i could get to a show id lie cheat and steal to get into it.
So i gotta move to mississippi where even God hates. So i start busting out emails of people who might know something about the punk scene. I find this chick named stacie. She emails me back and we start to talk. She calls me and shit. Great I made a friend.
I get to MS and give her a call she says "cool, we'll hang out soon," GREAT!
2 weeks go by. She emails me and asks if i wanna hang out that week. I say yes. i can do anything anytime. Well, because i can. So she says ok ill give you a call. I don't get to talk to her for a few days. Well her car broke down and she doled out over a grand to get it fixed, and shes busy. No big deal.
I continue to talk to her on the phone for another week and a half. So I shoot her a note asking if we can make definate plans, cuz really im goin crazy here. I walk my dog to the park and he shits, thats the most exciting thing ive doen so far honestly. She reads it. No answer.
Ok now what the fuck. If you feel uncomfortable talking to me in person because i first talked to you online, thats cool. but dont go tossin shit around offering to hang out with me when you arent gonna fuckin do it. That shit is worse than sayin "hey i got some booze for you" then telling me you lied about it. Fuck that shit. I mean really thats god damned annoying. It just plain pissed me the fuck off. So really I dont know what im gonna do because god knows not many people can stand my weird mix of anger depression hatred rage and humour.
oh well i still have booze
eric
winter_____:
I liked your comments on the Unions thread.