What the Fuck Do I Look Like? A Concierge?

[antiqrule1]

So, after packing a suitcase and waiting up for Rehanna last night, she ended up texting me and saying she had an appointment early in the morning in Westchester, etc. etc. Then she said (differently, of course) that she expected her friend who was coming into town on Friday to stay with us in John's apartment, then her MOTHER right after. I told her that I was sorry, but I couldn't have people I don't know staying in John's apartment, without him there. Jesus, does it look like I'm running a hotel, here? What the fuck? So now she just backed out of staying at all, which is fine, but the gall to even make that a situation. And the hassle I just went through and packing bags and worrying about plans and being there, etc. etc. Also, I was so frantic to help her, and she doesn't realize the imposition of what she asked? I'm really upset about this. I hear from my friends every so often that I'm "such a good friend" or that I'm "too good a friend." I won't stop being like this, but this is why other people don't bend over to help their friends: even friends will try and take advantage of you. Oy. I did not need to worry about that for three days.

I'm going to listen to some Chopin now.

Also, I wonder if either the cheese or the fiber bar I ate yesterday will make me gain weight.