another email
I got another email from crazy bitch "Edith." This time I will interject with *the real story*
"Katie, at least you got an e-mail from me. *dammit! Why did I respond to her 1st email, now i have to talk to her again!!* Part of me never wanted to talk to you again, I had no problem with that. *double dammit!* I have had so many "friends" shit on me in life that at this point I don't take it any more. *the first step to having no friends: not letting your friends shit on you once in a while* First of all you were not drunk, you were fucking trashed. *I made this point in my response to her first email, only I think I used the word "tanked" or maybe "plastered"* You drunk is something I can and have handled in the past. But you trashed I don't like. I don't like being the babysitter when my friends have lost all control of themselves, and it is not my job as a friend to be the babysitter.
You claim I dumped you at Jesses *we were actually at Jenna's apartment* that night. Katie there was no way I was getting you home that night *try driving* in the shape you were in and I could not have taken you back to my house let alone made it back to my house with you in the car. I told jess *Jenna* that you had the teacher convention the next day and to remind you in the morning. *I called "Edith" to get a ride home. she didn't pick up her phone* But I hold you totally responsible for your teacher thing because you made the decision to get trashed that night. You knew that you had something to do the next morning, and a drink or two would have been fine, no harm no foul. I would have driven us back to my house and sent you on your way home in your car back to your house, phone in your purse and all would have been fine. Instead you choose to start a tab and get ripped off of long island ice teas, loose you phone, and get so drunk that I couldn't have made it back to my house with you let alone drive your car back home. In no way is the fact that you missed your teachers convention my fault, you did that all on your own. I will not take the blame for that, you did that all on your own. *note: I couldn't exactly have ridden a bike from where she left me - not that she left me a bike...*
In your eyes I not an adult *is this even a sentence?* for not taking your calls, and e-mailing you. I don't care. If I had talked to you on the phone, I would have turned it into a yelling match because I was so mad. I have not problem having e-mailed how I felt that's who I am, and if you think me to be a child for doing so I would say look at your self in the mirror. Ask the reflection *I DO like to talk to myself...* why she got trashed that night and how she expect to drive her car home? *She was the designated driver, how was I going to get a car?*
If I am materialistic for caring about my car, fine, I have no problem with that. That car was the car my grandfather wanted me to have as a graduation present but he did not live long enough to see that. *her mom bought her that car, it has nothing to do with her grandfather* But he taught me with my first car to take care of it and it did. I kept it clean and running good. I was taught to take care of what I have as child. I take care of things and keep them clean, it's who I am and I'm proud of that. So I buy things of quality and take care of them so they will last longer. *she totally ripped up her first car, then had her mom buy her a new one - this is sooo funny!!* I am proud of my car, it is the one thing I own that means freedom to me. *freedom to have my mom buy me things!!* I keep it clean, I pay for the tags, emissions, taxes, and make annual tune ups and repairs. *if by "I" she means "her mom"!!* I plan on having that car for as long as possible since I don't see myself having a job that will afford a new car for quite some time. *get a damn job!!!* If I am going to have it for a long time, I need to take care of it. So I took it to the car wash because they may have had some better way to clean it, and frankly I did not look forward to picking puke chunks out of the window well on my car, so hell yes I paid someone to do it for me. If taking care of a "thing" like that makes me materialistic, I'm proud of that. I did not choose you over a car; I left you with Jess *once more, she left me at Jenna's* because I could not take care of you. If you choose to have this dream that I am materialistic bitch that only cares about her car and not her friends fine, live the dream.
I take e-mail seriously, unlike you, and I do not need a stern talking to *or email from, since she isn't taking my phone calls* from someone that does not have responsibility of her own actions. I've known you since 6th grade and you are one of the few friends I have left from high school, *the rest won't return her calls* and god knows I did love having *hanging?* out with you since I had gotten back in town. Going on Thursdays with you Jess, and Aliease,*their names are Jenna and Elise* has been the only fun in my life in St. Louis. But that night really upset me. I don't feel that I did anything wrong that night or in how I responded to you afterworlds. I accept your apology and thank you for it. I understand if you thought Jess and I got it clean, miss communications happen, that's life. But I will not have you blame me or hold me responsible for missing you teacher interview. I'll be your friend, not your babysitter. If you see me as this materialistic bitch that only cares about things than you obviously never really known me and I have no idea why you would ever have been friends with someone that only cares about "things". *pity friend!* I'm sure I'll see you there on Thursday.
"Edith."
P.S. Here is your fucking spell check."
*thank god! I can read it this time!*
boys and girls, the word for the day is "pity," as in "don't remain 'friends' with acquaintances from high school just because you PITY them and they have no friends, because if you do act like a friend, they will send you annoying emails that you will then have to post on the internet" ;)
"Katie, at least you got an e-mail from me. *dammit! Why did I respond to her 1st email, now i have to talk to her again!!* Part of me never wanted to talk to you again, I had no problem with that. *double dammit!* I have had so many "friends" shit on me in life that at this point I don't take it any more. *the first step to having no friends: not letting your friends shit on you once in a while* First of all you were not drunk, you were fucking trashed. *I made this point in my response to her first email, only I think I used the word "tanked" or maybe "plastered"* You drunk is something I can and have handled in the past. But you trashed I don't like. I don't like being the babysitter when my friends have lost all control of themselves, and it is not my job as a friend to be the babysitter.
You claim I dumped you at Jesses *we were actually at Jenna's apartment* that night. Katie there was no way I was getting you home that night *try driving* in the shape you were in and I could not have taken you back to my house let alone made it back to my house with you in the car. I told jess *Jenna* that you had the teacher convention the next day and to remind you in the morning. *I called "Edith" to get a ride home. she didn't pick up her phone* But I hold you totally responsible for your teacher thing because you made the decision to get trashed that night. You knew that you had something to do the next morning, and a drink or two would have been fine, no harm no foul. I would have driven us back to my house and sent you on your way home in your car back to your house, phone in your purse and all would have been fine. Instead you choose to start a tab and get ripped off of long island ice teas, loose you phone, and get so drunk that I couldn't have made it back to my house with you let alone drive your car back home. In no way is the fact that you missed your teachers convention my fault, you did that all on your own. I will not take the blame for that, you did that all on your own. *note: I couldn't exactly have ridden a bike from where she left me - not that she left me a bike...*
In your eyes I not an adult *is this even a sentence?* for not taking your calls, and e-mailing you. I don't care. If I had talked to you on the phone, I would have turned it into a yelling match because I was so mad. I have not problem having e-mailed how I felt that's who I am, and if you think me to be a child for doing so I would say look at your self in the mirror. Ask the reflection *I DO like to talk to myself...* why she got trashed that night and how she expect to drive her car home? *She was the designated driver, how was I going to get a car?*
If I am materialistic for caring about my car, fine, I have no problem with that. That car was the car my grandfather wanted me to have as a graduation present but he did not live long enough to see that. *her mom bought her that car, it has nothing to do with her grandfather* But he taught me with my first car to take care of it and it did. I kept it clean and running good. I was taught to take care of what I have as child. I take care of things and keep them clean, it's who I am and I'm proud of that. So I buy things of quality and take care of them so they will last longer. *she totally ripped up her first car, then had her mom buy her a new one - this is sooo funny!!* I am proud of my car, it is the one thing I own that means freedom to me. *freedom to have my mom buy me things!!* I keep it clean, I pay for the tags, emissions, taxes, and make annual tune ups and repairs. *if by "I" she means "her mom"!!* I plan on having that car for as long as possible since I don't see myself having a job that will afford a new car for quite some time. *get a damn job!!!* If I am going to have it for a long time, I need to take care of it. So I took it to the car wash because they may have had some better way to clean it, and frankly I did not look forward to picking puke chunks out of the window well on my car, so hell yes I paid someone to do it for me. If taking care of a "thing" like that makes me materialistic, I'm proud of that. I did not choose you over a car; I left you with Jess *once more, she left me at Jenna's* because I could not take care of you. If you choose to have this dream that I am materialistic bitch that only cares about her car and not her friends fine, live the dream.
I take e-mail seriously, unlike you, and I do not need a stern talking to *or email from, since she isn't taking my phone calls* from someone that does not have responsibility of her own actions. I've known you since 6th grade and you are one of the few friends I have left from high school, *the rest won't return her calls* and god knows I did love having *hanging?* out with you since I had gotten back in town. Going on Thursdays with you Jess, and Aliease,*their names are Jenna and Elise* has been the only fun in my life in St. Louis. But that night really upset me. I don't feel that I did anything wrong that night or in how I responded to you afterworlds. I accept your apology and thank you for it. I understand if you thought Jess and I got it clean, miss communications happen, that's life. But I will not have you blame me or hold me responsible for missing you teacher interview. I'll be your friend, not your babysitter. If you see me as this materialistic bitch that only cares about things than you obviously never really known me and I have no idea why you would ever have been friends with someone that only cares about "things". *pity friend!* I'm sure I'll see you there on Thursday.
"Edith."
P.S. Here is your fucking spell check."
*thank god! I can read it this time!*
boys and girls, the word for the day is "pity," as in "don't remain 'friends' with acquaintances from high school just because you PITY them and they have no friends, because if you do act like a friend, they will send you annoying emails that you will then have to post on the internet" ;)