Where the hell have you been?
So its been over a month. I'm sorry, and I seem to have missed some drama, as have you.
By now, I'm sure everyone knows Edmond and I (sort of?) ran into Becca. And then ran out. Note: it was my suggestion to leave. Frankly, I don't think I could stand being in a room with her. Funny, I've never hated -truly hated- someone I've never technically met. All I've seen of her: the back of her head. It was sort of amusing in hindsight. We had just started our first drinks, when Peter and Edmond both sit up, gasp, and then look down. Me: "What? What? What the fuck?" Edmond mumbled something about this night getting awkward. Peter jumps up from the table, runs away, the scurries back. THEN they tell me Becca is there. I know what I would have done if it had been my ex (who, incidentally, also cheated on me for several months). I would have jumped up from the table and started a fight... which was almost my first reaction here. Well, we left. Which was good, because I was starting to have visions of accidentally-on-purpose bumping in to her in the bathroom and putting her face through the mirror. I was literally shaking when we left, but I didn't say anything. What could I have said?
Next evening, we get back to his apartment after work. Edmond is strangely quiet. I ask him how he is, and he says he's good. Really good. Curious. "What happened?" "Closure."
Apparently, they had a little text... thing. "Battle" is too dramatic and such. "Conversation." Sure. The one thing I will hand that bitch is that at least she, unlike my ex, admitted she cheated. Sure, it took her almost a year, but whatever. She told him it only happened twice, but I don't think he believes that. I couldn't ask him outright.
When I found out my ex was cheating on me, she lied outright. I found her phone (hidden under her pillow), and read the text messages: "last night was amazing," "i want to hear your voice before i go to bed," and i think the worst was, "when are you going to get rid of that bitch?" "soon as i can." Funny, she even told me, early on in the relationship, that her credo for whenever she gets into trouble was, "deny, deny, deny." I almost wanted to believe her. Fucking cheaters.
Done with finals. After very little studying, I will say that I had divinely inspired moments of clarity throughout my test. I don't like to guess how I did, but I felt good. Things just came to me. The benefits of being an English major: you certainly know how to bullshit for teachers.
Work is good. I have days at work where I get so frustrated with the customers and the two or three incompetent employees, but a couple of days ago, I had a day with my boss and a couple of more experienced employees, and even though it was busy as all get out, it was a good feeling. Everything ran smoothly, and we were still out of there in less than ten minutes after closing. It was a good reminder of times past.
On a sad note, and something I'm really not ready to talk about in detail, my cousin killed herself on Mothers' Day. Short version (no, really, this is the short version): we used to be really close. She's a little less than two years older than me. When she graduated from high school, she got really fucked up, started doing way too many drugs, and dropped off the face of the planet. Nobody heard from her for three years. Then, she shows up one day on her parents' doorstep with a kid she says is hers. The baby is maybe six months old. She leaves the kid and takes off. Next time we hear from her was probably in February or so, when she got arrested. She was posing as a hooker, and in what the Corpus Christi newspaper called "gang-related events", she and some friends of hers would take guys up to her apartment, beat the shit out of them, and steal their wallets, cars, and whatever else they had. She was facing four counts of aggravated assault and four counts of aggravated kidnapping, and due in court in October. She hung herself in solitary confinement instead.
I'm not sure how I feel yet, except angry.
I promise to update more. And I need some positive encouragement. I've been toying with the idea of reading Anna Karenina. Comments? Questions? Suggestions?
By now, I'm sure everyone knows Edmond and I (sort of?) ran into Becca. And then ran out. Note: it was my suggestion to leave. Frankly, I don't think I could stand being in a room with her. Funny, I've never hated -truly hated- someone I've never technically met. All I've seen of her: the back of her head. It was sort of amusing in hindsight. We had just started our first drinks, when Peter and Edmond both sit up, gasp, and then look down. Me: "What? What? What the fuck?" Edmond mumbled something about this night getting awkward. Peter jumps up from the table, runs away, the scurries back. THEN they tell me Becca is there. I know what I would have done if it had been my ex (who, incidentally, also cheated on me for several months). I would have jumped up from the table and started a fight... which was almost my first reaction here. Well, we left. Which was good, because I was starting to have visions of accidentally-on-purpose bumping in to her in the bathroom and putting her face through the mirror. I was literally shaking when we left, but I didn't say anything. What could I have said?
Next evening, we get back to his apartment after work. Edmond is strangely quiet. I ask him how he is, and he says he's good. Really good. Curious. "What happened?" "Closure."
Apparently, they had a little text... thing. "Battle" is too dramatic and such. "Conversation." Sure. The one thing I will hand that bitch is that at least she, unlike my ex, admitted she cheated. Sure, it took her almost a year, but whatever. She told him it only happened twice, but I don't think he believes that. I couldn't ask him outright.
When I found out my ex was cheating on me, she lied outright. I found her phone (hidden under her pillow), and read the text messages: "last night was amazing," "i want to hear your voice before i go to bed," and i think the worst was, "when are you going to get rid of that bitch?" "soon as i can." Funny, she even told me, early on in the relationship, that her credo for whenever she gets into trouble was, "deny, deny, deny." I almost wanted to believe her. Fucking cheaters.
Done with finals. After very little studying, I will say that I had divinely inspired moments of clarity throughout my test. I don't like to guess how I did, but I felt good. Things just came to me. The benefits of being an English major: you certainly know how to bullshit for teachers.
Work is good. I have days at work where I get so frustrated with the customers and the two or three incompetent employees, but a couple of days ago, I had a day with my boss and a couple of more experienced employees, and even though it was busy as all get out, it was a good feeling. Everything ran smoothly, and we were still out of there in less than ten minutes after closing. It was a good reminder of times past.
On a sad note, and something I'm really not ready to talk about in detail, my cousin killed herself on Mothers' Day. Short version (no, really, this is the short version): we used to be really close. She's a little less than two years older than me. When she graduated from high school, she got really fucked up, started doing way too many drugs, and dropped off the face of the planet. Nobody heard from her for three years. Then, she shows up one day on her parents' doorstep with a kid she says is hers. The baby is maybe six months old. She leaves the kid and takes off. Next time we hear from her was probably in February or so, when she got arrested. She was posing as a hooker, and in what the Corpus Christi newspaper called "gang-related events", she and some friends of hers would take guys up to her apartment, beat the shit out of them, and steal their wallets, cars, and whatever else they had. She was facing four counts of aggravated assault and four counts of aggravated kidnapping, and due in court in October. She hung herself in solitary confinement instead.
I'm not sure how I feel yet, except angry.
I promise to update more. And I need some positive encouragement. I've been toying with the idea of reading Anna Karenina. Comments? Questions? Suggestions?