Some things will never change
Someone's always tellin me I'm no good
Well I don't care what you say
Someone's always giving me a hard time
Well I live day to day
Someone's always puttin me in my place
Like I don't know where I am
So I'll just sit here in the corner
Without any direction
Maybe it's all, it's all in my head
I think that it's something something you said
I understand that some things will never change
---Puddle Of Mudd, Never Change
Well, this is a fine fucking how-do-you-do. Guess who e-mailed me today. Hint: He's a weak-willed little boy who has balls about the size of frozen peas. No, I take that back, they grew. Check this e-mail out:
Cyn:
What was the name of the hotel we stayed in on the second trip to SF, and how much was it? Did you use Priceline? I seem to remember not paying more than about 650 each for hotel and flight. Am I dreaming?
Thanks.
Jim
Wow, Jim, that's really gutsy of you to e-mail me for help with something you could have damn well googled after your little missive to me last March telling me not to e-mail, call, or text you ever again. Not to mention sending back those plushie cats that were Christmas gifts two months ago. Oh yes, interesting time and place to grow a pair. I believe this is called "chutzpah".
So I e-mailed him back:
I need to look it up. Why, are you planning a business trip?
...not that I have any plans to look it up or anything. Let's see what he says. I'm perfectly willing to dangle him on a string, if so necessary. If he answers back, which hopefully he won't.
Why the fuck did he have to e-mail me anyway? What did he expect, for me to jump thru hoops to give him the answer? And then some people wonder why I'd rather have a huge crush on a rockstar than try for another relationship.
Well I don't care what you say
Someone's always giving me a hard time
Well I live day to day
Someone's always puttin me in my place
Like I don't know where I am
So I'll just sit here in the corner
Without any direction
Maybe it's all, it's all in my head
I think that it's something something you said
I understand that some things will never change
---Puddle Of Mudd, Never Change
Well, this is a fine fucking how-do-you-do. Guess who e-mailed me today. Hint: He's a weak-willed little boy who has balls about the size of frozen peas. No, I take that back, they grew. Check this e-mail out:
Cyn:
What was the name of the hotel we stayed in on the second trip to SF, and how much was it? Did you use Priceline? I seem to remember not paying more than about 650 each for hotel and flight. Am I dreaming?
Thanks.
Jim
Wow, Jim, that's really gutsy of you to e-mail me for help with something you could have damn well googled after your little missive to me last March telling me not to e-mail, call, or text you ever again. Not to mention sending back those plushie cats that were Christmas gifts two months ago. Oh yes, interesting time and place to grow a pair. I believe this is called "chutzpah".
So I e-mailed him back:
I need to look it up. Why, are you planning a business trip?
...not that I have any plans to look it up or anything. Let's see what he says. I'm perfectly willing to dangle him on a string, if so necessary. If he answers back, which hopefully he won't.
Why the fuck did he have to e-mail me anyway? What did he expect, for me to jump thru hoops to give him the answer? And then some people wonder why I'd rather have a huge crush on a rockstar than try for another relationship.