I know, I know. Updating, or rather.. the lack thereof. A quick update while procrastinating...
Today, I shall attend a baby shower for a friend of mine. Apparently, many from the karaoke crowd shall be there. Good times. Come to think of it, I need to grab directions from mapquest. I am going to make it a goal to get to know St. Paul a bit better.
Tonight, a birthday gathering for Russellpants' Asian. I find myself angry that my friend Kristy shall not be there. I actually find myself angry with HER because she decided to flip the fuck out randomly and get herself.. uninvited, shall we say. Quickly, I shall tell the story..
Russellpants turns 21. We have a party.. or two.. or three for him. The last of the gatherings, Kristy and her boyfriend Dave attend. They get.. wasted; this was expected. Kristy goes outside for a cigarette with Russellpants.. and Dave starts dancing to some James Brown. Now.. Dave never dances. Once you SEE Dave dance.. you understand WHY Dave does not dance. However.. it's James Brown.. and really.. how can one resist? SO.. he starts making an ass of himself.. and trying to get everyone else up and moving. No one is giving in, so I decide to NOT leave him out on that limb by himself. I get up and dance a bit as well. I dance THREE TO FOUR FEET AWAY FROM HIM. However.. Russell mentioned to Kristy : 'Look at Dave dancing like a monkey.' It was later claimed by Kristy that he said : 'Look at Dave dancing with Molly.' Really.. who the fuck cares.. the POINT IS.. she came inside.. and started dancing all over him.. which is FINE. Because they are together. This makes sense. What DOESN'T make sense is her flipping out shortly thereafter and threatening to break up with him.
I had NO idea that they had begun fighting until Russellpants grabbed me by the arm and said, "Molls. Come outside, I need you." He then sat me down in front of Kristy and said, "Please talk some sense into her." He then dragged Dave inside as she was calling him a 'piece of shit', etc.
"What's going on?" I ask.
"He doesn't love me. I'm just a meal ticket for him.. he doesn't treat me like a woman.. he neglects me.."
"... okay... can you give me specifics?"
"He never dances with me."
Seriously. That was the BEST answer she could come up with. He neglects her.. he doesn't love her.. she's only a meal ticket to him.. and the best representation of this is... that he doesn't dance with her.
She began threatening to break up with him again.. which I mentioned.. that's something that you should really do when you're SOBER. You wouldn't make the decision to begin a relationship when you're drunk.. why make the decision to end it that way? Plus.. you LIVE with this man. You may regret it tomorrow. You owe it to both you and him to do it when you're sober.
.. at which point she asks, "Do you wanna fuck him? Is THAT what this is about?"
WOW. Because OBVIOUSLY.. if that was the case.. I'd try to keep you two TOGETHER. Hmmm.
P.S.. HOW FUCKING CHILDISH AND RIGODDAMNEDICULOUS IS THAT?!
ANYWAY. She eventually went on to say I was 'dancing all up on her boyfriend..' which she later admitted to not seeing.. and admitted that the only dancing she saw was when we were.. again.. THREE TO FOUR FEET AWAY FROM ONE ANOTHER.
This shocked me. Kristy, a fucking hippie under normal circumstances had just flipped the fuck out for absolutely NO reason.
Another thing.. if you thought he wouldn't dance with you BEFORE, he will certainly never do so again after the shit hit the fan like this for doing so. Wench.
FURTHERMORE.. she eventually apologized.. but said.. 'I've owned up to what I did wrong.. why can't you?'
".. because I didn't DO anything wrong and you're full of shit?"
"Why can you say I'm full of shit and I can't say you were dancing all up on my boyfriend?"
"Because I WASN'T dancing all 'up on your boyfriend' and you insist that I WAS inspite of never seeing or hearing of it.. which, therein, MAKES you full of shit."
She was booted from the party and continued to flip shit for another forty five minutes before leaving.
I'll admit, my feelings were hurt. and NOW.. she finds herself quite.. excommunicated from the group. This makes me sad. She was great times when she wasn't having a complete and total mental breakdown. Great debates with Kristy.
She called to apologize the next morning.. but continued to reiterate her drunken points on my machine. By the way.. if you're attempting to make ammends with me.. you don't fucking reiterate your drunken points on my machine. Get the fuck off it.
Anyway. Enough rambling about that.. it's said, done, and overwith.
Meanwhile.. had a real creepy experience with a stalker-ish sort of character in my building, and I have been off for a few days as a result. Blargh.
My friend Marti is getting married and I am supposed to.. photograph the wedding.. do her hair and make-up.. AND compose a song specifically for the occassion. I'm a bit overwhelmed on that one.
Alright. Enough. I have to get ready.
Today, I shall attend a baby shower for a friend of mine. Apparently, many from the karaoke crowd shall be there. Good times. Come to think of it, I need to grab directions from mapquest. I am going to make it a goal to get to know St. Paul a bit better.
Tonight, a birthday gathering for Russellpants' Asian. I find myself angry that my friend Kristy shall not be there. I actually find myself angry with HER because she decided to flip the fuck out randomly and get herself.. uninvited, shall we say. Quickly, I shall tell the story..
Russellpants turns 21. We have a party.. or two.. or three for him. The last of the gatherings, Kristy and her boyfriend Dave attend. They get.. wasted; this was expected. Kristy goes outside for a cigarette with Russellpants.. and Dave starts dancing to some James Brown. Now.. Dave never dances. Once you SEE Dave dance.. you understand WHY Dave does not dance. However.. it's James Brown.. and really.. how can one resist? SO.. he starts making an ass of himself.. and trying to get everyone else up and moving. No one is giving in, so I decide to NOT leave him out on that limb by himself. I get up and dance a bit as well. I dance THREE TO FOUR FEET AWAY FROM HIM. However.. Russell mentioned to Kristy : 'Look at Dave dancing like a monkey.' It was later claimed by Kristy that he said : 'Look at Dave dancing with Molly.' Really.. who the fuck cares.. the POINT IS.. she came inside.. and started dancing all over him.. which is FINE. Because they are together. This makes sense. What DOESN'T make sense is her flipping out shortly thereafter and threatening to break up with him.
I had NO idea that they had begun fighting until Russellpants grabbed me by the arm and said, "Molls. Come outside, I need you." He then sat me down in front of Kristy and said, "Please talk some sense into her." He then dragged Dave inside as she was calling him a 'piece of shit', etc.
"What's going on?" I ask.
"He doesn't love me. I'm just a meal ticket for him.. he doesn't treat me like a woman.. he neglects me.."
"... okay... can you give me specifics?"
"He never dances with me."
Seriously. That was the BEST answer she could come up with. He neglects her.. he doesn't love her.. she's only a meal ticket to him.. and the best representation of this is... that he doesn't dance with her.
She began threatening to break up with him again.. which I mentioned.. that's something that you should really do when you're SOBER. You wouldn't make the decision to begin a relationship when you're drunk.. why make the decision to end it that way? Plus.. you LIVE with this man. You may regret it tomorrow. You owe it to both you and him to do it when you're sober.
.. at which point she asks, "Do you wanna fuck him? Is THAT what this is about?"
WOW. Because OBVIOUSLY.. if that was the case.. I'd try to keep you two TOGETHER. Hmmm.
P.S.. HOW FUCKING CHILDISH AND RIGODDAMNEDICULOUS IS THAT?!
ANYWAY. She eventually went on to say I was 'dancing all up on her boyfriend..' which she later admitted to not seeing.. and admitted that the only dancing she saw was when we were.. again.. THREE TO FOUR FEET AWAY FROM ONE ANOTHER.
This shocked me. Kristy, a fucking hippie under normal circumstances had just flipped the fuck out for absolutely NO reason.
Another thing.. if you thought he wouldn't dance with you BEFORE, he will certainly never do so again after the shit hit the fan like this for doing so. Wench.
FURTHERMORE.. she eventually apologized.. but said.. 'I've owned up to what I did wrong.. why can't you?'
".. because I didn't DO anything wrong and you're full of shit?"
"Why can you say I'm full of shit and I can't say you were dancing all up on my boyfriend?"
"Because I WASN'T dancing all 'up on your boyfriend' and you insist that I WAS inspite of never seeing or hearing of it.. which, therein, MAKES you full of shit."
She was booted from the party and continued to flip shit for another forty five minutes before leaving.
I'll admit, my feelings were hurt. and NOW.. she finds herself quite.. excommunicated from the group. This makes me sad. She was great times when she wasn't having a complete and total mental breakdown. Great debates with Kristy.
She called to apologize the next morning.. but continued to reiterate her drunken points on my machine. By the way.. if you're attempting to make ammends with me.. you don't fucking reiterate your drunken points on my machine. Get the fuck off it.
Anyway. Enough rambling about that.. it's said, done, and overwith.
Meanwhile.. had a real creepy experience with a stalker-ish sort of character in my building, and I have been off for a few days as a result. Blargh.
My friend Marti is getting married and I am supposed to.. photograph the wedding.. do her hair and make-up.. AND compose a song specifically for the occassion. I'm a bit overwhelmed on that one.
Alright. Enough. I have to get ready.
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Eeew....stalker? I hope all has worked itself out with that. Creepy...i hope you are okay.
Okay, have a lovely, staler and drama free evening, i hope....
I know, I know. Updating, or rather.. the lack thereof.
Yeah someone's slacking with this whole update thing. Hope everything is going okay with you.