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Another one bites the dust. It doesn't matter who it is. even Nicolette, and she is like a total waste of a space human being. Like she works at a vitamin store, has no real interests, is boring - totally slutty, and its all on fb. But she still gets engaged.
i date and date, and nothing. like fuck. Wesley was a total waste of time, and a total loser. And Chris, i should have known from his first name that he was trouble, always has been, always been a loser! ugh. he didn't give a shit. he never really did. and then sheila gets married, fuck her.
I have stopped believing in love. its something that merely exists for some and not for others. I have nothing to offer, so that means no one is missing me. I am invisible in that way to people. The only ones who want me are the ones who already have someone else. I am a poor mans Wendy! a bridesmaid but never a bride. Hell I don't even get invited to the wedding! Oh I saw Tish, after 2 fucking years, I get a 'Howdy' but they were behind tinted eyeglasses - blue blocker style! (okay that totally made up for it, cause like I mean these were fucking tinted, like about 60% or some shit, like the kind the elderly wear, no rims, just the screw in the middle, the ones they give to like mentally retarded children) like umm excuse me, why are you giving me attitude? like you were the one who didn't include me in your wedding, you were the one who either disliked me or didn't have the balls to stand up for me cause you're a bad person, and an even worse friend, but ummm excuse me again I ask, why are you giving me attitude? cause you kinda don't really have the right to be giving me attitude, or acting stank when you were in the wrong. So yeah, just saying. Asshole.
All in all it was a beautiful service, and nice to see two people get married, and enjoy each other to that extent, I get sick of most people after about two weeks, or they get sick of me within about 3 days (I am on fire! I know I know!) but really it was great to see two people, one of which saw to it that they personally went out of their way for years to remind me of the mistakes that I made when i was younger (okay so I said I had an older brother who died, in order to fake some sympathy, and like all these bitches were all like Omg who are you, and I was fucking 13 years old, and weird, and it made sense at the time, but I never held it against my friends that one of them woke up beside two 711 cashiers and 40$ left on the night stand, cause that's not a fucking mistake that deserves to be mentioned every once in awhile)to make sure that I constantly felt like shit, and never let me live it down, and continued to talk trash about me for years, but yeah it was a really lovely ceremony, and nice reception (be it a little lacking in the actual meal department - I don't know what kind of score it would get on 'four weddings' but I think not such a good one)
Oh and Nancy, Nancy, Nancy, Nancy! so check this out. I plan this last minute thanksgiving dinner okay, and she like has sold me out a bunch of times, for like really big events, she even asked if it was okay if she only came to half of my birthday dinner - I guess that mean's just appetizers? but she's a broke ass so i think that means free water, and hopefully shoveling some food off other people's plates while they are not paying any attention.. Anyways, so we have this friend in from out of town, and we throw together this last minute thanksgiving dinner. And she doesn't call, or text, or anything. I get a text the next day saying she got baked and was up all night and slept in till 9 pm. OMG I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT TO SAY - YOU ON CRACK GURL. STRAIGHT THE FUCK UP. IF YOU THINK IMMA BELIEVE THAT SHIT YOU A FUCKING GROWN ASS FOOL. And that's all I got to say about that.
Oh and my job, Okay so this is the job that won't end. So check it, I have this great plan to give my notice on the Wednesday, this is the fucking Friday before. So Saturday I am doing my cash out, and drag queen/tranny/walkingaroundlikeabustedbitch boss informs me that she is going away to the desert to work on her alligator skin for a week. I'm like what the fuck am I gonna do now. So I think about it. I will email her on the Monday, and tell her I need to meet with her on the Tuesday to talk. Well she responds, 'I'm busy and I will be out of the office the whole day' listen bitch, I am your employee I ask you to talk and you say you are too busy? fuck that shit. So I lied. I am a good bullshitter let me tell you. So I told her I was worried about the student enrollment, and finally ready to discuss the idea of adding a part time course to the school. And like a greedy ass bitch with dollar signs in her eyes she took the bait. Ready to make a national holiday out of discussing it. I'll just delay it. Essentially the plan has gone back to feast or famine. I'm gonna lie through my teeth. Step one damage control, tell the manager or the salon I have changed my mind and I am staying. Step two, do the same to the nosy student who heard me telling the manager the same shit - I got carried away, my bad. Step 3, wait till payday, and literally fucking jump that ship. Now I know I have gone back and forth on this shit, but I feel its the only way I can get out of this with my money and my sanity. And fuck that bitch!
Oh man you have no idea how good that feels to get all that shit off my chest. Oh yeah and to Chris' boyfriend - you're a fucking fool you fucking homo. He is a bad guy, who is a fucking loser. You have bad acne, and I hate your face, as well as your ugly living room. He said you spent forever picking colours out of a design book - You chose sage green and fucking burgundy? which book were you referencing from the book of design according to Mr. Fucking Belvedere? oh yeah and your man fucked me bb like so many times, and that was the one rule you had. So fuck you you stupid cunt.
I am so full of rage these days.
thank god for livejournal or I would def be blowing some shit up. I am gonna take a walk on the seawall.
i date and date, and nothing. like fuck. Wesley was a total waste of time, and a total loser. And Chris, i should have known from his first name that he was trouble, always has been, always been a loser! ugh. he didn't give a shit. he never really did. and then sheila gets married, fuck her.
I have stopped believing in love. its something that merely exists for some and not for others. I have nothing to offer, so that means no one is missing me. I am invisible in that way to people. The only ones who want me are the ones who already have someone else. I am a poor mans Wendy! a bridesmaid but never a bride. Hell I don't even get invited to the wedding! Oh I saw Tish, after 2 fucking years, I get a 'Howdy' but they were behind tinted eyeglasses - blue blocker style! (okay that totally made up for it, cause like I mean these were fucking tinted, like about 60% or some shit, like the kind the elderly wear, no rims, just the screw in the middle, the ones they give to like mentally retarded children) like umm excuse me, why are you giving me attitude? like you were the one who didn't include me in your wedding, you were the one who either disliked me or didn't have the balls to stand up for me cause you're a bad person, and an even worse friend, but ummm excuse me again I ask, why are you giving me attitude? cause you kinda don't really have the right to be giving me attitude, or acting stank when you were in the wrong. So yeah, just saying. Asshole.
All in all it was a beautiful service, and nice to see two people get married, and enjoy each other to that extent, I get sick of most people after about two weeks, or they get sick of me within about 3 days (I am on fire! I know I know!) but really it was great to see two people, one of which saw to it that they personally went out of their way for years to remind me of the mistakes that I made when i was younger (okay so I said I had an older brother who died, in order to fake some sympathy, and like all these bitches were all like Omg who are you, and I was fucking 13 years old, and weird, and it made sense at the time, but I never held it against my friends that one of them woke up beside two 711 cashiers and 40$ left on the night stand, cause that's not a fucking mistake that deserves to be mentioned every once in awhile)to make sure that I constantly felt like shit, and never let me live it down, and continued to talk trash about me for years, but yeah it was a really lovely ceremony, and nice reception (be it a little lacking in the actual meal department - I don't know what kind of score it would get on 'four weddings' but I think not such a good one)
Oh and Nancy, Nancy, Nancy, Nancy! so check this out. I plan this last minute thanksgiving dinner okay, and she like has sold me out a bunch of times, for like really big events, she even asked if it was okay if she only came to half of my birthday dinner - I guess that mean's just appetizers? but she's a broke ass so i think that means free water, and hopefully shoveling some food off other people's plates while they are not paying any attention.. Anyways, so we have this friend in from out of town, and we throw together this last minute thanksgiving dinner. And she doesn't call, or text, or anything. I get a text the next day saying she got baked and was up all night and slept in till 9 pm. OMG I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT TO SAY - YOU ON CRACK GURL. STRAIGHT THE FUCK UP. IF YOU THINK IMMA BELIEVE THAT SHIT YOU A FUCKING GROWN ASS FOOL. And that's all I got to say about that.
Oh and my job, Okay so this is the job that won't end. So check it, I have this great plan to give my notice on the Wednesday, this is the fucking Friday before. So Saturday I am doing my cash out, and drag queen/tranny/walkingaroundlikeabustedbitch boss informs me that she is going away to the desert to work on her alligator skin for a week. I'm like what the fuck am I gonna do now. So I think about it. I will email her on the Monday, and tell her I need to meet with her on the Tuesday to talk. Well she responds, 'I'm busy and I will be out of the office the whole day' listen bitch, I am your employee I ask you to talk and you say you are too busy? fuck that shit. So I lied. I am a good bullshitter let me tell you. So I told her I was worried about the student enrollment, and finally ready to discuss the idea of adding a part time course to the school. And like a greedy ass bitch with dollar signs in her eyes she took the bait. Ready to make a national holiday out of discussing it. I'll just delay it. Essentially the plan has gone back to feast or famine. I'm gonna lie through my teeth. Step one damage control, tell the manager or the salon I have changed my mind and I am staying. Step two, do the same to the nosy student who heard me telling the manager the same shit - I got carried away, my bad. Step 3, wait till payday, and literally fucking jump that ship. Now I know I have gone back and forth on this shit, but I feel its the only way I can get out of this with my money and my sanity. And fuck that bitch!
Oh man you have no idea how good that feels to get all that shit off my chest. Oh yeah and to Chris' boyfriend - you're a fucking fool you fucking homo. He is a bad guy, who is a fucking loser. You have bad acne, and I hate your face, as well as your ugly living room. He said you spent forever picking colours out of a design book - You chose sage green and fucking burgundy? which book were you referencing from the book of design according to Mr. Fucking Belvedere? oh yeah and your man fucked me bb like so many times, and that was the one rule you had. So fuck you you stupid cunt.
I am so full of rage these days.
thank god for livejournal or I would def be blowing some shit up. I am gonna take a walk on the seawall.