Alot to Say...
Well, I haven't posted in quite some time so I'm sure I'll have plenty to say this time around. I got a couple of people interested in LJ a couple of days ago... they really liked the blogthings quizzes. They said they were really "true." Hm... ironically enough this is the same person who has just recently, (yesterday), accused me of fucking up her car. Alright, alright, so I have a temper sometimes... but screw up her car? Here, let me fill you in to how this shit came to be:
This "friend" is a KJ, (karaoke jockey), at a little bar I frequent. I have known her as an acquaintance for some time but recently started talking to her and made her a friend. I actually like this girl because I somewhat felt an attraction to her, but I never really had any motivation to try to get in her pants... this is a real switch for me because I'm not really used to having girls as true friends! So we hang out a couple of times and she starts warming up to me, meaning she starts holding me in regards as a true friend... or so I thought. In a wierd turn of events, I end up outside of her house at 4:00 in the morning. I didn't mess around with her... actually she was trying to hook me up with another bartender at that same bar I mentioned before. This bartender she's trying to hook me up with is an astonishing little lady! She meets my pre-reqs quite nicely, if I do say so myself. She has a great personality, a great body, and she's FUNNY! I really need that in a girl cuz I'm already laughing about my own life just fine. So anyway, this KJ lets me come to her place with this girl and we talk for a couple of hours about nothing in particular when this girl says she has to go home to sleep. I'm already at sans sleep for the last four days so I think the same thing... going home to sleep, that is. So she leaves and 10 minutes later I tell the KJ that I'm leaving too. I go outside and end up waiting for a taxi for an hour and a half. By now it's 5:30 and I get to the ship to start another fun-filled workday. Now there is definitely more to the story but it's really difficult for me to explain this stuff without using my hands and skipping around so I'll skip most of it. The next morning I get a call on my cellphone from KJ asking if I knew anything or did anything to her car last night. I'm shocked because I couldn't believe that she would actually think I might have done something like that!! I can get pissed sometimes but I would NEVER fuck with anybodies car unless I truly hated them... and her, mind you, I DID NOT HATE. So she starts questioning me about the car and asks me a couple of questions. Supposedly, her trasmission was acting all funky and she thinks that I was to blame. I ask you, how, without a tool kit or access to under the hood, could I even think of a way to fuck up her transmission?!? I didn't have any tools so I couldn't have fucked with her transmission and I didn't have a key so I couldn't have gotten under the hood to do anything to it from there!! She starts threatening me with "I'm going to call the police and expect a call from them" and blah, blah, blah. I'm sorry but I am not the least bit threatened by that. She keeps asking me more questions and I tell her the honest-to-God truth the entire time. I even made the mistake of telling her that I "thought" about doing it but that idea was quickly quelled by my conscience... BIG MISTAKE!! She goes ballistic on me about me "thinking" about fucking her car up. Here is how the last part of the convo goes... I'm sure you can put two and two together from there.
Me: Well, I thought about fucking your car up but that was it!
KJ: You WHAT?! You thought about fucking my car up?! ::click::
I thought it was a dropped call so I called her back:
KJ: Hello?
ME: Yeah what happened?
KJ: Are you admitting that you thought about fucking my car up?!?
Me: Yeah why?
KJ: (To somebody in the background)-> He admitted it!!
Me: Huh?
KJ: Well I can't believe that you thought about fucking my car up after I let you into my house!!! You can expect a call from the police soon and I hope you're happy with yourself!!! ::click::
Me: ...Silence.......
Alright everyone out there in LJ land... how many of you have thought about something and not gone through with it? That's what I thought. How fucking hypocrytical is that?! The worst part is she hung up on me... I FUCKING HATE GETTING HUNG UP ON!!!!!! So I call her back and she doesn't answer her phone and I get her answering machine. I decide to leave a message and I tell her that since she doesn't believe me I am willing to coordinate with the police to prove my innocence and that I swear I didn't do it and that I hope she could forgive me for thinking about fucking her car up... still, I have no reply. I also told her that she should remember that I have done nothing badly to her and to remember all of the things I have done for her in the past and weigh her decision on that. Still, no reply. ...The fact of the matter is she has no grounds to blame me besides the fact that I thought about doing it. I can't wait to get an apology from her ass. I tell you what, after the week I've had, I deserve it. More to come...
This "friend" is a KJ, (karaoke jockey), at a little bar I frequent. I have known her as an acquaintance for some time but recently started talking to her and made her a friend. I actually like this girl because I somewhat felt an attraction to her, but I never really had any motivation to try to get in her pants... this is a real switch for me because I'm not really used to having girls as true friends! So we hang out a couple of times and she starts warming up to me, meaning she starts holding me in regards as a true friend... or so I thought. In a wierd turn of events, I end up outside of her house at 4:00 in the morning. I didn't mess around with her... actually she was trying to hook me up with another bartender at that same bar I mentioned before. This bartender she's trying to hook me up with is an astonishing little lady! She meets my pre-reqs quite nicely, if I do say so myself. She has a great personality, a great body, and she's FUNNY! I really need that in a girl cuz I'm already laughing about my own life just fine. So anyway, this KJ lets me come to her place with this girl and we talk for a couple of hours about nothing in particular when this girl says she has to go home to sleep. I'm already at sans sleep for the last four days so I think the same thing... going home to sleep, that is. So she leaves and 10 minutes later I tell the KJ that I'm leaving too. I go outside and end up waiting for a taxi for an hour and a half. By now it's 5:30 and I get to the ship to start another fun-filled workday. Now there is definitely more to the story but it's really difficult for me to explain this stuff without using my hands and skipping around so I'll skip most of it. The next morning I get a call on my cellphone from KJ asking if I knew anything or did anything to her car last night. I'm shocked because I couldn't believe that she would actually think I might have done something like that!! I can get pissed sometimes but I would NEVER fuck with anybodies car unless I truly hated them... and her, mind you, I DID NOT HATE. So she starts questioning me about the car and asks me a couple of questions. Supposedly, her trasmission was acting all funky and she thinks that I was to blame. I ask you, how, without a tool kit or access to under the hood, could I even think of a way to fuck up her transmission?!? I didn't have any tools so I couldn't have fucked with her transmission and I didn't have a key so I couldn't have gotten under the hood to do anything to it from there!! She starts threatening me with "I'm going to call the police and expect a call from them" and blah, blah, blah. I'm sorry but I am not the least bit threatened by that. She keeps asking me more questions and I tell her the honest-to-God truth the entire time. I even made the mistake of telling her that I "thought" about doing it but that idea was quickly quelled by my conscience... BIG MISTAKE!! She goes ballistic on me about me "thinking" about fucking her car up. Here is how the last part of the convo goes... I'm sure you can put two and two together from there.
Me: Well, I thought about fucking your car up but that was it!
KJ: You WHAT?! You thought about fucking my car up?! ::click::
I thought it was a dropped call so I called her back:
KJ: Hello?
ME: Yeah what happened?
KJ: Are you admitting that you thought about fucking my car up?!?
Me: Yeah why?
KJ: (To somebody in the background)-> He admitted it!!
Me: Huh?
KJ: Well I can't believe that you thought about fucking my car up after I let you into my house!!! You can expect a call from the police soon and I hope you're happy with yourself!!! ::click::
Me: ...Silence.......
Alright everyone out there in LJ land... how many of you have thought about something and not gone through with it? That's what I thought. How fucking hypocrytical is that?! The worst part is she hung up on me... I FUCKING HATE GETTING HUNG UP ON!!!!!! So I call her back and she doesn't answer her phone and I get her answering machine. I decide to leave a message and I tell her that since she doesn't believe me I am willing to coordinate with the police to prove my innocence and that I swear I didn't do it and that I hope she could forgive me for thinking about fucking her car up... still, I have no reply. I also told her that she should remember that I have done nothing badly to her and to remember all of the things I have done for her in the past and weigh her decision on that. Still, no reply. ...The fact of the matter is she has no grounds to blame me besides the fact that I thought about doing it. I can't wait to get an apology from her ass. I tell you what, after the week I've had, I deserve it. More to come...