I've been such a moody bitch lately. Everyone that crosses my path is bad mouthed by me. For example, I'm behind the wheel and I'm cursing every dumbass *regardless if they are old as dirt or not* AND their mama. I just have little patience for anything. I've been trying to do that "breathe in postive energy... breathe out negativity" exercise, but I'm just too highstrung for it to work.
There is alot going on. I'm going through a wave of emotions at work. I've nearly quit every single day I'm there. I'm just frustrated that I'm getting paid so little and yet I'm having all sorts of health problems arising. I've gotten strep throat, my left foot is now NUMB and tingles, I've had tendonitis, and I'm stressed the fuck out. But then my cool British boss just calms me down and then I realize... OK, I'll stick around ATLEAST until I get my health care benefits. I haven't had health insurance in over 6 years.
I just spent $440 on doctor's bills TODAY ALONE.
Lupus is an expensive disease, I tell ya.
Tomorrow I'm going to housesit and stay with my friend's 17 year old daughter. This house... ahem! Mansion is amazing. I'm pretty much going waaay out of my way just so Daniella *the 17 year old* doesn't have to sleep alone in this big ass house. So I'll be there for 3 nights. Here's a recent picture of Alexandria, Me and Daniella. I call this picture "The Supermodels And I". If you are wondering who I am, I'm the one in the middle.
*big sigh* I always feel like the ugly duckling when I'm around them.
This weekend I'm going to go buckwild and just party all weekend. I haven't had a good solid weekend of partying in a month.
Then next Thursday I will be in my second favorite place... Los Angeles. *My hometown of NYC, being the first
*
I CAN'T WAIT!!! The weather is going to PERFECT and I really need this vacation.
And a very strange incident happened recently... this guy, who I thought was completely out of my life calls me out of the blue from The Cure concert. I had no clue that the Cure was even in town *thanks very much to a certain "friend" who was at this concert who never bothers to call me and who seems to sellout on me at the drop of a hat*. So imagine, to my surprise that this guy leaves a message on my voicemail saying, "Erika! This is ____. I know you are here at the Cure concert. I'm wondering where you are. If you are here, holler at me.Alright. *nervous laugh* I guess that's it. Holla!"
How random was that?! I mean... the last time I seen this dude he completely ignored me... didn't even much say hello. So I said "fuck him"... and then he calls 2 months later??! I thought the boy erased my number from his cell phone. Who knew?
So after he left the message I was like "What the fuck?" I thought it was a joke. I called him back but he didn't pick up. I didn't bother leaving a message, thinking it was someone busting my chops.
So he calls back a few minutes later and I answer.
"Hello????" I said.
"Erika! Hey it's ___!"
And I'm like, "Who?"
He's like "It's ____. You know, *enter his dj nickname*" And I'm like "Uh. Ok"
He says "Are you here at the Cure concert??"
And I'm like "Seriously, WHO IS THIS? Do I know you?"
And he repeats his name several times and I'm still like completely confused and still very much in denial that it's him... then he says *lmao* "Aw forget this!" and CLICK. He hangs up on me
So I'm laughing my ass off at this point thinking "Dude, this guy has got to be high. Or hell, it's not even who he says he is. Or maybe he thinks that I'm ANOTHER Erika".
I call back and he answers.. and I'm like "So how did you get my number?"
And he's like "Erika... why are you making me feel like I'm stupid? You called me about *and then he starts rambling*... I thought you would be at this concert."
And I'm like "_______, I've never had your number! What the hell are you talking about? And WHY did you hang up on me like that, earlier?"
And he's like "You just frustrated me cos you didn't know who I was".
I was thinking to myself... DAMN. I'm frustrating this boy already?! He ain't seen nothing yet
So then he asks me how I've been and we just pretty much small talk. I asked him who he was there with and he mentions that he was there with some chick that he met in Austin. Um. Ok
So we just chat as if we talk on the phone regularly and then, because I always do this to guys, I graciously made an excuse to get off the phone with him. I hate it when a guy hangs up with me first
The last thing I told him was "Hey I'm going to let you go. Have fun at the concert. I'll call you sometime this week."
And he was like "OK, then. Bye"
It was just so weird. It was as if we were more than acquaintainces but yet so "Twilight Zone" like.
I know I'm making a big deal out of this but you have to understand... the last time I saw him, I would listen to the Cure "Wish" CD religiously... and here he is calling me from the damn Cure concert. Interestingly enough, he doesn't really like the Cure. He said so, himself. My psychic-ness was oddly right on.
Anyhoo... I'll call him this week and see what he's up to this weekend. I'm not going to make the same mistake of getting all into him, this time. He really hurt my feelings when he ignored me that one time.
Aight, well I'm off to watch "Queer Eye for the Straight Guy". The Fab 4 are tackling sexy Boriqua twins
[edit] Listen to the song I've been playing repeatedly... it's a new band from Austin, TX called Endochine... the song is "Secret" -->
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