NO bueno.
My friend Janell is back in town after I haven't seen her for six months. We had plans this afternoon. She was to call at three at which point I'd leave work and pick her up from her hair appointment in Uptown. She calls at three to let me know that she has been in her hair appointment for apparently.. three hours (?!) and is not even HALF WAY DONE. This had better be ONE MAGICAL MOTHERFUCKING HAIR CUT. I suspect foul play as her appointment was at 12.. and it was THREE when she called.. I figure she was rigoddamnediculously late and had just gotten started when she called. Anyway. I decide.. NO, I'd rather NOT wait around in the area.. I'll just go home for a bit.
In the meantime, for some reason, my mood had soured quite a bit. SO, I came home, and fell asleep on the couch with the kitty.
She called just now to tell me that she's tired. But.. what am I doing tomorrow? Oh FUCK THAT. This has happened FAR too many times.. and I have plans, yes plans. Fine that I specifically turned down other plans to get together with her tonight.. but then she's put off by the fact that.. oh, I'm busy tomorrow AND Thursday?! Her last night in town.. OH NO. Well fuck, lady. Perhaps if you kept the fucking plans we'd made, this wouldn't be a goddamned problem.
FOUL mood, I say.
Haven't updated in a while. Since then.. got myself a flat tire. Good times. I had just pulled out of the apartment parking lot.. and didn't honestly know whether or not I should pull back into the parking lot or leave it on the side of the road. Called people to ask, no one answered.. SO I made the call on my own. Pulled back in. APPARENTLY.. this is NO bueno. Then some guy yelled from his balcony.. 'DON'T YOU PARK ON THAT HILL.. YOU'RE RIDING THAT RIM!' Pointed to another area to park.. and came out to "help" (shake his head at me and sigh making me feel like a moron.) Now hey... thanks for the help.. but if this is 'helping', I'd rather not.
Anyway, called roadside assistance. They apparently cover it up until three years or 36,000 miles.. whichever comes first. I took a rough guess at how many miles were on the car. I was wrong. In fact.. my car.. has 36,600 on it. What luck.
Not quite sure if I'll receive a seperate bill for the service call or not. We shall see.
Anyway, I realize this entry has been nothing but bitching. I should really stop that. I need to get over this mood.
My friend Janell is back in town after I haven't seen her for six months. We had plans this afternoon. She was to call at three at which point I'd leave work and pick her up from her hair appointment in Uptown. She calls at three to let me know that she has been in her hair appointment for apparently.. three hours (?!) and is not even HALF WAY DONE. This had better be ONE MAGICAL MOTHERFUCKING HAIR CUT. I suspect foul play as her appointment was at 12.. and it was THREE when she called.. I figure she was rigoddamnediculously late and had just gotten started when she called. Anyway. I decide.. NO, I'd rather NOT wait around in the area.. I'll just go home for a bit.
In the meantime, for some reason, my mood had soured quite a bit. SO, I came home, and fell asleep on the couch with the kitty.
She called just now to tell me that she's tired. But.. what am I doing tomorrow? Oh FUCK THAT. This has happened FAR too many times.. and I have plans, yes plans. Fine that I specifically turned down other plans to get together with her tonight.. but then she's put off by the fact that.. oh, I'm busy tomorrow AND Thursday?! Her last night in town.. OH NO. Well fuck, lady. Perhaps if you kept the fucking plans we'd made, this wouldn't be a goddamned problem.
FOUL mood, I say.
Haven't updated in a while. Since then.. got myself a flat tire. Good times. I had just pulled out of the apartment parking lot.. and didn't honestly know whether or not I should pull back into the parking lot or leave it on the side of the road. Called people to ask, no one answered.. SO I made the call on my own. Pulled back in. APPARENTLY.. this is NO bueno. Then some guy yelled from his balcony.. 'DON'T YOU PARK ON THAT HILL.. YOU'RE RIDING THAT RIM!' Pointed to another area to park.. and came out to "help" (shake his head at me and sigh making me feel like a moron.) Now hey... thanks for the help.. but if this is 'helping', I'd rather not.
Anyway, called roadside assistance. They apparently cover it up until three years or 36,000 miles.. whichever comes first. I took a rough guess at how many miles were on the car. I was wrong. In fact.. my car.. has 36,600 on it. What luck.
Not quite sure if I'll receive a seperate bill for the service call or not. We shall see.
Anyway, I realize this entry has been nothing but bitching. I should really stop that. I need to get over this mood.
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Things with the friend i thought i had lost are going better than i had thought....at least he will look at me and talk to me now, but it doesn't feel like before, one moment we will be having conversations like before, animated and involved, and the next moment he becomes apathetic and cold. I hate that but i don't know how to improve things. I still haven't wrote him a letter, but i feel like i want to, to get my opinions across in an effective way......that he can read at his leisure.