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its been a while since i updated and theres something very important (to me) that was all around fucked up of the person to do and i need to vent...so here's a quick recap of the last couple weeks:
-happy birthday andrew
***JAMBOLA, i'm sorry i couldn't visit. i tried to call you to explain, but you didn't answer and i couldn't leave a message cuz i had to cough. i have something for you!!! i saw it in michigan and thought of you so you better call this weekend cuz hyphe said she'd hunt michael down and run him over if you didn't and its my last weekend here and i wanna give you your present. did i ever make you those CDs? if not, i have a massive music selection now (thanks to ari and iTunes) so i'll make those ones and what one did you lose that i wanted? i probably have it now since i have like every song ever made. i got madonna's new CD for christmas! and umm what did i say i would burn for you but then you had to leave and then the next time i barely saw you so i dont think i ever burned? so much for this being a quick recap.***
-went to michigan. it was cold. -20 wind chill. i used to think that once it got to like 10 degrees, it was just freezing and it all felt the same. WRONG! it wouldn't surprise me if alcohol originated somewhere as cold as michigan- drinking is the only way to stay warm there! pierced my belly button.
-flew home on the 11th after the sigma chi "rooms party" (btw, very fun). on the way to the airport i crashed ari's car. thank you ice and ari screaming "drive faster or you're gonna miss your flight". very unpleasant flight. chest and especially nasal congestion= death on a plane...and i went on 2 that day.
-took someone to the airport which gave me an excuse to go to Oscar Neimeth's and pretend i still had a job and accidentally run into greg. greg took me out to lunch and FINALLY asked for my number.
-the next day i woke up dead. i swear. sniffles/the pacific ocean coming out of my nose -> dry cough -> gross cough (learned how to spit like a boy *gross*) -> fever -> ache-y lungs?! yeah, normally a symptom of pneumonia. my mom took me to the hospital and i got the cool drugs. legal too! which isn't as cool but they were the cool prescriptions i could make a lot of money off of. add 2 more weeks of coughing up some of the nastiest shit and you've got a brand new virus! its the a-california strand of the flu, also known as death!
-christmas...i got some cool stuff, dinners were awkward, my brother and i won the traditional after dinner game, this year: cranium (we read all the cards beforehand, memorized the answers/practiced humming songs we didn't know, charades, draw without looking, sculpting...you say its cheating, i call it preparing) the faster the game ends, the sooner we can leave. everyone but my mom and jerry appreciate my thoughtfulness.
there was nothing quick about that recap. sorry. to compensate, i wont blurt out every thought that crosses my mind while i tell you about this BULLSHIT drama. that'll save about 3 days, right there!
background:
exboyfriend= josh (from this point foward, known only as fucktard)= biggest mistake of my life. i wish i never met him.*the next person to say anything about life experience or valuable lessons loses a limb. tell me i'm in the wrong for making a couple statements about how i feel and you'll lose A LOT more than a limb, but less than a life*
that piece of shit fucktard found some sort of sick pleasure in hurting me...and he was always a very happy person. if i cried, he would practically beam and i could see the joy in his eyes. i never retaliated, thats not my style. i don't believe in revenge. stooping to his level was out of the question because i'm too good for that and i'm too good for him (and i mean that in the least conceited way possible). i would do exactly the opposite of what he wanted, i let it go.
the only thing i ever said to him that could be considered retaliation (with some imagination) was "you're a bad person with an ugly heart and i hope i'm there when karma comes back to kick your ass...so i can laugh" that was the last time i saw him. he laughed and said "theres no such thing as karma, idiot" as i walked out the door. sidenote: i know that karma usually bites you in the ass, but the fucktard was long overdue for more than just a bite.
and then he called trying to be all sweet and apologetic, he must have wanted something. for the first time, i didnt give in. he didn't like that and went on a rampage trying to hurt me that earned him the name FUCKTARD (fucking retard). retaliation adrienne-style: ignore him and every time he called that night and until about 4am the next day, i would answer the call so he couldnt leave a voicemail, but then i'd immediately hang up. he hates that. says its rude...but he doesnt have a problem cheating. fucktard. he finally quit calling and an hour later i had to wake up for work. both sides were the wrong side of bed that day. i called him on my way to work, redeemed all my good karma and made one wish with all my heart and soul (for better results)...he answered "good morning baby!" all happy-like, like he used to sound all the time with me. favorite thought: kinda makes you go wtf, doesn't it? his secret is to smoke so much weed that he won't remember...he must've smoked enough that night to make him forget the last 11 months. "i hope you rot in prison, josh!" click. he called about 50 times that day. denied. never spoke to him after that. 3 days later my wish was granted.
short story about some BULLSHIT DRAMA:
wednesday night, suzie left me a voicemail. suzie= fucktard's mom. i knew why she was calling, i didn't have to call back. didn't have to, but i did. sure enough...
suzie: fucktard told me you had a little fight before he came up here and he wanted me to tell you he's sorry. he's still [rotting in prison]. fucktard loves you and he misses you. he's got a house up here, so if you want to come visit he said you could stay there, we'd all love to see you. he really wants you to know that he loves you, he misses you, and he's so sorry for everything. he wants to know if it would be okay for him to write to you?
me: *giggle*silence, deciding where to start pointing out all the mistakes she made in under 30 seconds. just like her, i started at the beginning*giggle* did he actually tell you it was a little fight?! because it wasn't. it wasn't little and it wasn't a fight. he cheated on me. (ooh). with my friends. (OOOOHH!). NOW he loves me? NOW he misses me? what about 3 months ago when he said, and i quote i don't love you anymore, what happened there? he certainly didn't miss me then because 3 days later he had officially, publicly, and maliciously hooked up with a girl i had been friends with since we were 10. why now? because i was getting over him, moving on, trying to forget he ever existed? it's good to hear he bought a house up there though, although that makes one more lie he told me...at least i can have the bay back to myself. now i wont have to see him everywhere i go since post break up he never left my fucking town, but before he dumped me, he wouldn't step foot in benicia with me. he can write if he wants to. he never cared about what i wanted before, why would he care now...over a letter? he can write it if he wants to, and i can read it * dramatic pause followed by over enunciation* if i want to. click.
IS HE SERIOUSLY TRYING TO FUCK WITH MY HEAD FROM PRISON? favorite thought: kinda makes you go wtf, doesn't it?! what the hell was he thinking?
-happy birthday andrew
***JAMBOLA, i'm sorry i couldn't visit. i tried to call you to explain, but you didn't answer and i couldn't leave a message cuz i had to cough. i have something for you!!! i saw it in michigan and thought of you so you better call this weekend cuz hyphe said she'd hunt michael down and run him over if you didn't and its my last weekend here and i wanna give you your present. did i ever make you those CDs? if not, i have a massive music selection now (thanks to ari and iTunes) so i'll make those ones and what one did you lose that i wanted? i probably have it now since i have like every song ever made. i got madonna's new CD for christmas! and umm what did i say i would burn for you but then you had to leave and then the next time i barely saw you so i dont think i ever burned? so much for this being a quick recap.***
-went to michigan. it was cold. -20 wind chill. i used to think that once it got to like 10 degrees, it was just freezing and it all felt the same. WRONG! it wouldn't surprise me if alcohol originated somewhere as cold as michigan- drinking is the only way to stay warm there! pierced my belly button.
-flew home on the 11th after the sigma chi "rooms party" (btw, very fun). on the way to the airport i crashed ari's car. thank you ice and ari screaming "drive faster or you're gonna miss your flight". very unpleasant flight. chest and especially nasal congestion= death on a plane...and i went on 2 that day.
-took someone to the airport which gave me an excuse to go to Oscar Neimeth's and pretend i still had a job and accidentally run into greg. greg took me out to lunch and FINALLY asked for my number.
-the next day i woke up dead. i swear. sniffles/the pacific ocean coming out of my nose -> dry cough -> gross cough (learned how to spit like a boy *gross*) -> fever -> ache-y lungs?! yeah, normally a symptom of pneumonia. my mom took me to the hospital and i got the cool drugs. legal too! which isn't as cool but they were the cool prescriptions i could make a lot of money off of. add 2 more weeks of coughing up some of the nastiest shit and you've got a brand new virus! its the a-california strand of the flu, also known as death!
-christmas...i got some cool stuff, dinners were awkward, my brother and i won the traditional after dinner game, this year: cranium (we read all the cards beforehand, memorized the answers/practiced humming songs we didn't know, charades, draw without looking, sculpting...you say its cheating, i call it preparing) the faster the game ends, the sooner we can leave. everyone but my mom and jerry appreciate my thoughtfulness.
there was nothing quick about that recap. sorry. to compensate, i wont blurt out every thought that crosses my mind while i tell you about this BULLSHIT drama. that'll save about 3 days, right there!
background:
exboyfriend= josh (from this point foward, known only as fucktard)= biggest mistake of my life. i wish i never met him.*the next person to say anything about life experience or valuable lessons loses a limb. tell me i'm in the wrong for making a couple statements about how i feel and you'll lose A LOT more than a limb, but less than a life*
that piece of shit fucktard found some sort of sick pleasure in hurting me...and he was always a very happy person. if i cried, he would practically beam and i could see the joy in his eyes. i never retaliated, thats not my style. i don't believe in revenge. stooping to his level was out of the question because i'm too good for that and i'm too good for him (and i mean that in the least conceited way possible). i would do exactly the opposite of what he wanted, i let it go.
the only thing i ever said to him that could be considered retaliation (with some imagination) was "you're a bad person with an ugly heart and i hope i'm there when karma comes back to kick your ass...so i can laugh" that was the last time i saw him. he laughed and said "theres no such thing as karma, idiot" as i walked out the door. sidenote: i know that karma usually bites you in the ass, but the fucktard was long overdue for more than just a bite.
and then he called trying to be all sweet and apologetic, he must have wanted something. for the first time, i didnt give in. he didn't like that and went on a rampage trying to hurt me that earned him the name FUCKTARD (fucking retard). retaliation adrienne-style: ignore him and every time he called that night and until about 4am the next day, i would answer the call so he couldnt leave a voicemail, but then i'd immediately hang up. he hates that. says its rude...but he doesnt have a problem cheating. fucktard. he finally quit calling and an hour later i had to wake up for work. both sides were the wrong side of bed that day. i called him on my way to work, redeemed all my good karma and made one wish with all my heart and soul (for better results)...he answered "good morning baby!" all happy-like, like he used to sound all the time with me. favorite thought: kinda makes you go wtf, doesn't it? his secret is to smoke so much weed that he won't remember...he must've smoked enough that night to make him forget the last 11 months. "i hope you rot in prison, josh!" click. he called about 50 times that day. denied. never spoke to him after that. 3 days later my wish was granted.
short story about some BULLSHIT DRAMA:
wednesday night, suzie left me a voicemail. suzie= fucktard's mom. i knew why she was calling, i didn't have to call back. didn't have to, but i did. sure enough...
suzie: fucktard told me you had a little fight before he came up here and he wanted me to tell you he's sorry. he's still [rotting in prison]. fucktard loves you and he misses you. he's got a house up here, so if you want to come visit he said you could stay there, we'd all love to see you. he really wants you to know that he loves you, he misses you, and he's so sorry for everything. he wants to know if it would be okay for him to write to you?
me: *giggle*silence, deciding where to start pointing out all the mistakes she made in under 30 seconds. just like her, i started at the beginning*giggle* did he actually tell you it was a little fight?! because it wasn't. it wasn't little and it wasn't a fight. he cheated on me. (ooh). with my friends. (OOOOHH!). NOW he loves me? NOW he misses me? what about 3 months ago when he said, and i quote i don't love you anymore, what happened there? he certainly didn't miss me then because 3 days later he had officially, publicly, and maliciously hooked up with a girl i had been friends with since we were 10. why now? because i was getting over him, moving on, trying to forget he ever existed? it's good to hear he bought a house up there though, although that makes one more lie he told me...at least i can have the bay back to myself. now i wont have to see him everywhere i go since post break up he never left my fucking town, but before he dumped me, he wouldn't step foot in benicia with me. he can write if he wants to. he never cared about what i wanted before, why would he care now...over a letter? he can write it if he wants to, and i can read it * dramatic pause followed by over enunciation* if i want to. click.
IS HE SERIOUSLY TRYING TO FUCK WITH MY HEAD FROM PRISON? favorite thought: kinda makes you go wtf, doesn't it?! what the hell was he thinking?