Bahahahaha! Oh-em-geeee boys are so stupid!
Okay, so Madison tries to hook me up with this guy. Nice thought, in theroy. But the guy is fucking nuts!!! So he comes into Hollywood and he's really gross and boring and greasy and I'm just not feeling it. We talked for maybe 5 minutes. He had called me earlier but I was at work so I didn't save the number or anything. He texted me later when I was at work asking if I wanted to hang out. I didn't recognize the number so I asked "Whose this?"
Apparently, this offended him in many different ways.
I told Madison that the reason I wasn't interested is because he reminds me of a deceased ex who I was in love with. What I wanted to say was "Umm....ew. No." But I decided to be nice.
Word to the wise, being nice gets you in more trouble than it's worth.
He calls me at around 10. I had a late night and didn't want to talk to him. He says "I guess I remind you of a dead boyfriend. That's really selfish. Thanks a lot for judging me."
. . . Ummmm. Okay, whatever. And when I looked at my friends page on my el-jay (he will be promptly taken off, trust me) he wrote:
I know you can read this but hey -- I'm spooky like a dead dude so ... boo.
Chalk another one up for the girls and put me on the bench... I'm getting my ass kicked out here, coach.
Wanna know something great?
Having a friend try to set you up with a girl...
getting your hopes up...
and then, once you've met her, finding out that you somewhat resemble a previous boyfriend of hers who killed himself. So yeah... you can see... you know... how there's no way she could ever go out with me... you know... on account of the dead boyfriend and all - it has nothing absolutely nothing to do with anything else... you know so she doesn't need to feel guilty n' all...
And, as we can all surely see... I am way too bitter at girls right now... honestly, I shouldn't even care... I mean...
When I text messaged this girl last night to see if we were gonna hang out she text messaged back...
"Whose this?"
Okay... like... wow. What's wrong with that? Me caring at all about a girl who not only: A) met me and called me once yet didn't care enough to save my number and who B) SAYS FUCKING "WHOSE THIS".
Idiot.
So...
New rule for me concerning how to start to become interested in a person: They must fucking know that when they mean to say 'who is this' that the word 'whose' has nothing to do with it.
Sighsigh... thanks for trying, Madison.
Why am I such a fucking moron...
Why is he such a fucking moron? Well, I decided to answer that question for him and wrote back:
First of all, he didn't kill himself. He had cystic fibrosis. And after reading this I now know that he is ten time the man you could ever even HOPE of being. Secondly, it was a text message and I was at work. I'm not going to put a whole lot of effort into it because it's not a fucking novel.
And as for not saving your number, well, I already have a Mike in my phone and he's better than you so quite frankly, I didn't feel like deleting him to add you, darling.
You talked to me for no more than 5 minutes and you've developed this incredibly sinister outlook on the whole ordeal.
You better take that pine cone outta your ass, son, before it turns into a pine tree, because then we're all fucked!
Honestly, if you're pissed because I used improper grammar in a god-damned TEXT MESSAGE then you better break out the lube because you aren't going to get any girls for a while, boy.
FYI: Girls don't really appreciate this kind of thing. It's clear that you did this to get a reaction out of me. Well fuck-a-doodle-do! Congrats!
In all honesty, I said that you reminded me of Matt because well . . . YOU UGLY!
Yep, you are quite a greasy fellow. And seeing as how I'm fucking a man who has a dick AND bathes and treats me with RESPECT, I have no need for you.
In retrospect, saying that you reminded me of Matt was an insult to him.
And because of your insensitivity towards that subject, all I can say is that I hope someone you love dies, because then maybe you'll grow up and realize the whole world does not revolve around you.
Get bent, fuck-wad.
♥ Alexa
So yes, that's all I had to say, i just thought I'd share that with you all.
His journal is:
http://www.livejournal.com/users/give_to_zim/
I propse we all go there and harass him until he cries.
Whose with me?
(sigh) I miss David.
Apparently, this offended him in many different ways.
I told Madison that the reason I wasn't interested is because he reminds me of a deceased ex who I was in love with. What I wanted to say was "Umm....ew. No." But I decided to be nice.
Word to the wise, being nice gets you in more trouble than it's worth.
He calls me at around 10. I had a late night and didn't want to talk to him. He says "I guess I remind you of a dead boyfriend. That's really selfish. Thanks a lot for judging me."
. . . Ummmm. Okay, whatever. And when I looked at my friends page on my el-jay (he will be promptly taken off, trust me) he wrote:
I know you can read this but hey -- I'm spooky like a dead dude so ... boo.
Chalk another one up for the girls and put me on the bench... I'm getting my ass kicked out here, coach.
Wanna know something great?
Having a friend try to set you up with a girl...
getting your hopes up...
and then, once you've met her, finding out that you somewhat resemble a previous boyfriend of hers who killed himself. So yeah... you can see... you know... how there's no way she could ever go out with me... you know... on account of the dead boyfriend and all - it has nothing absolutely nothing to do with anything else... you know so she doesn't need to feel guilty n' all...
And, as we can all surely see... I am way too bitter at girls right now... honestly, I shouldn't even care... I mean...
When I text messaged this girl last night to see if we were gonna hang out she text messaged back...
"Whose this?"
Okay... like... wow. What's wrong with that? Me caring at all about a girl who not only: A) met me and called me once yet didn't care enough to save my number and who B) SAYS FUCKING "WHOSE THIS".
Idiot.
So...
New rule for me concerning how to start to become interested in a person: They must fucking know that when they mean to say 'who is this' that the word 'whose' has nothing to do with it.
Sighsigh... thanks for trying, Madison.
Why am I such a fucking moron...
Why is he such a fucking moron? Well, I decided to answer that question for him and wrote back:
First of all, he didn't kill himself. He had cystic fibrosis. And after reading this I now know that he is ten time the man you could ever even HOPE of being. Secondly, it was a text message and I was at work. I'm not going to put a whole lot of effort into it because it's not a fucking novel.
And as for not saving your number, well, I already have a Mike in my phone and he's better than you so quite frankly, I didn't feel like deleting him to add you, darling.
You talked to me for no more than 5 minutes and you've developed this incredibly sinister outlook on the whole ordeal.
You better take that pine cone outta your ass, son, before it turns into a pine tree, because then we're all fucked!
Honestly, if you're pissed because I used improper grammar in a god-damned TEXT MESSAGE then you better break out the lube because you aren't going to get any girls for a while, boy.
FYI: Girls don't really appreciate this kind of thing. It's clear that you did this to get a reaction out of me. Well fuck-a-doodle-do! Congrats!
In all honesty, I said that you reminded me of Matt because well . . . YOU UGLY!
Yep, you are quite a greasy fellow. And seeing as how I'm fucking a man who has a dick AND bathes and treats me with RESPECT, I have no need for you.
In retrospect, saying that you reminded me of Matt was an insult to him.
And because of your insensitivity towards that subject, all I can say is that I hope someone you love dies, because then maybe you'll grow up and realize the whole world does not revolve around you.
Get bent, fuck-wad.
♥ Alexa
So yes, that's all I had to say, i just thought I'd share that with you all.
His journal is:
http://www.livejournal.com/users/give_to_zim/
I propse we all go there and harass him until he cries.
Whose with me?
(sigh) I miss David.