blast from the past

I really have been slacking off lately with the blogging thing… I’m sorry Satan. I’ve been busy. Well, not so much busy as I’ve been lazy as shit. But, either one you want to pick is fine by me.

Lately, it’s been a whirlwind of talking on the phone or hanging out with people. Spring has sprung, shit is crazy. Josh has been progressively getting better a.k.a. becoming surly as shit because he is stuck at home alone. Doing nothing, I wish I got into a motorcycle accident. I love sitting on my ass. Ask anyone! Just kidding, I’m glad he’s ok. I miss having him as a friend and if this is the glue that puts us back together, so be it.

So far we’ve spent about eleven hours on the phone; it’s really strange to catch up with someone when you thought you knew them so well. I’m learning things about him that I never knew; we’re more alike than I thought. Which is a scary thought in itself, ugh! The only bad thing about the whole situation is the Ian thing.

That fucker loved being the loop, now that I don’t need him he’s acting out. Typical for him, sad to say I don’t think he will ever change. I talked to him a few times since he left California and he’s not that interesting, I don’t want to open that wound again. Thus I’ve been keeping it light. He did act like a toddler when Josh told him that we’ve been talking. Josh thinks he’ll always be that way about me. But, Josh did congratulate me on not running to him when I was old enough. He thinks I’ve matured. Umm, hi. I’m way mature for my age.

Josh said that he really likes the girl I’ve turned into. Ok, maybe I have a small crush on him. SO SUE ME! I always have, he’s always been like this fantasy of mine. I know I’m sick, just let me be. I don’t harm anyone. I like my fantasy world. Sigh.

John finally called me back, what a dick. Out of the three I’m most surprised about him. I honestly thought he was a better guy than that, hmm. Well, I’m glad I know. He has his own issues though right now, mainly being sober. I’m giving him slack on this one, at least he checked on Josh even though it happened two weeks ago and he only called on Monday. Ok, scratch that he’s a dick.

Seattle is fast approaching, something like twenty-one days stand between me and Satan being on a small vacation. I don’t care if it’s only four days, I’m pumped. I can’t wait to be ridiculous about taking pictures and sightseeing. We do it up right.

The creepy thing about Seattle is SF#1. Why she always has to say some creepy shit about us I have no idea. She is an emotional terrorist. Nasty ass! The other night we all went to Don Pablo’s and after we we’re done after I even had gone to bed I get this text from her saying “I’m bummed that you and Satan are going to Seattle.” Umm, why perchance? “Because I want to go on a trip just me and you.” So I can be raped in my sleep, umm no thanks. Jesus!

Another thing about her I find funny is the whole moving out thing. She has suddenly got it into her mind that she wants to move out with a group of girls that go to her school. I personally would never move in with girls named Kaylee, Ashlee, Katie and such. They sound like bitches. How she would even afford this feat I have no clue, besides not being able to eat out any more her disposable income would be nothing. No coloring your hair every two weeks, no going shopping every weekend, no going out for high calorie alcoholic beverages, no getting designer coffee every morning and McDonalds to boot. Yeah that would go over real well. She wouldn’t last a week. No sadly I bet that these girls take pity on her and let her hang out with them, they we’re probably bs-ing one day about how cool it would be to get an apartment or something in the cities. Never thinking that the one creepy fat one would take it too far and actually go looking for a place and call about the lease options. God! She is so pathetic. I have no words.

Bryan’s mom called me this week. She and I have met a few times and she likes me. I like her too actually, but her invite this week seemed a little forced. She called and left me a drunken voicemail saying that I should come up and see their new deck and loft. I have never been invited up there for the night; she wants me to go out to the bars with her. Yeah, alcoholic. Apparently I remind her a lot of herself when she was younger. What are you trying to say, rude! Alas, I passed up that chance saying I was really busy this week. I think that excuse will fly, but who knows for how long.

Mimi came up from Virginia two weeks ago; I only got to see her twice. But the time we did spend was nice to catch up. I miss her. Of course as soon as she goes back about 5 miles away from her was hit with 4 tornados, and when I called her to see if she is ok I had no response. I was freaking out a bit; until I got a sorry I was sleeping text. Bitch, I was concerned.

I purchased a new car a few weeks ago; see I told you I’ve been busy. I just wrote busty instead of busy and giggled for like ten minutes, I’m deranged. I got a 2004 Saturn Ion Level 4. I love this fucking car, it’s adorable. I can’t wait for a road trip, or some random excuse to spend lots of time in it. I’m detailing it this weekend, and I’m seeing about getting the windows tinted. It’s so nice to have something you actually enjoy; I really hated my old one. Bastard.

I had my review at work yesterday, as usual they love me. The only bad thing is the whole being caught doing naughty things like being online and texting. Eh, that I can deal with. But when I was covering the front desk I overheard SFC mention my name in her review more than once. Obviously bitch has a problem with me. Well, came to find out she hates me. And only me. OH, REALLY BITCH? RIGHT BACK AT YA, OH AND HOPE YOUR SHINY RIMS STAY NICE AND NEAT. FUCKING MOO COW MOTHER FUCKING HEFFIER CUNT BITCH FROM HELL. YOU WILL RUE THE DAY. HOOKER ASS.

Rage issues, obviously. I do love that Satan has a text I sent her about SFC saved to her phone I think I said that she is a vapid narcissistic piece of shit or something like that. I love that one too. Thank god we have a new book to keep track of these. My rage amuses her, likewise my friend.

I’m excited for all of the things coming up I have to look forward too, movies, books, trips and such. It keeps me focused off of the bad things, like how I haven’t had a date in ages and my ass is getting bigger. Ugh, I hate being a girl.

I want to get my hair highlighted again, except that SF#2 is a hair terrorist! I’ve asked her multiple times on when or where such an event could happen and I’ve gotten nothing. Hi, I have about an inch of regrowth, hooker roots don’t look cute on anyone. Bitch.

Thing that have enraged me lately:

SFC – I want to see her eyes die for realz.

Cable Dude – Drilling holes in concrete does not make for a happy slumber environment.

Bryan – Would you get over yourself please, you’re good in bed, I don’t want to date you. Ugh.

Things that have made me happy lately:

Black eyes – Dad fell and got one, it is the funniest shit ever, if I can figure out how to post it I will.

SFB – Her review was terrible, bitch cried. He he he.

Well, that’s all for now. I felt like I had to get those things down so Satan had something to read.

Ta ta for now.