I think karma may be turning back my direction... I've had the worst run out of all my friends but something unusual happened. I was playing soccer about a week after the big blow-up with Anne. I really wanted to give up soccer (it's the smart decision), but I just couldn't let her push me out of something that I like doing. If anything her triflin' ass should've quit the team. Anyway, the game was really good for the most part. We didn't talk once. Lucky for her cuz I was gonna blow. I was gonna be a mushroom-cloud layin' muthafucka. I don't know where this anger comes from but I know it's not good to have a race car in the red. Halfway into the 3rd quarter she gets hurt... like laying on the field hurt for 10 minutes. Somehow she broke her wrist and she was cryin and wimperin like a little girl (keep in mind that she's ex-military and gym rat and the most independent person you will ever meet).
I would love to tell you all that I was doing a little dance and singing a little song. It should've been as blissful as Dorothy throwing water onto the wicked witch of the west, but it wasn't. I actually wasn't thrilled about her injury even though potentially I may not see her again for the rest of the season. I felt sad for her cuz not only did she fuck up our friendship, but she just fucked up her wrist too. Unfortunately, she plans on attending as a cheerleader.
I think karma smiled on me by breaking her wrist as punishment for hurting yours truly. Some would call that justice or righteous retribution. I think of it as "just desserts".
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
Weekend Birthday Party
I went out this past weekend for a friends Bday on Saturday night. It was supposed to be dinner, drinking, and dancing... but no real dancing occured. Lots of old "friends" showed up. My ex-gf, Annie, was there. My old flame Annica was there. My old enemy Tara was there. I also met some new people as well. I was very surprised to see Annie as we haven't talked for over a year easy... and for good reason.
I dated Annie seriously a couple years ago. That was an awkward relationship. Here are the highlights... she was a virgin, she had very little social skills (prolly why she was a virgin), and took a mean ass dump in my bathroom (yet another reason why she was a virgin). Well, this one afternoon she comes over to hang out. I think we watched a movie or something. She stays the night and the next morning she wants to talk. It was kind of ominous the way she said it. I'm thinking I did something wrong. She says she'll be right back and goes to the bathroom. While I'm waiting for her to come out I'm getting all nervous and thinking "Fuck, what did I do wrong?" With women, sometimes you just don't know. After about 15-20 minutes she comes out of the bathroom. I'm a wreck from having to wait all that time!! My palms are all sweaty and my brain is going a mile a minute from being nervous and stuff. I get up and go into the bathroom to wash my hands only to be assaulted by a stinky foul smell that accompanied the destruction of my toilet bowl. Holy Shit, she took a mean ass dump!!! She didn't use the fan or use any spray... foul. Nothing this strong should come out of a girl that size. Burning sulfur smelled better than what she did to my bathroom. At this point, I'm just happy she flushed. Anyway, I come back to my room breathing cleaner air. I don't remember the conversation word for word but basically it was awkward. Somehow she managed to get it out that she was ready to have sex with me. FUCK THAT!! After that bomb she dropped, the mere thought made me wanna drop her in chlorine before touching her again. Who does things like that?! I don't even like anal so you can imagine my disgust. Things just went downhill from there...
So here she is, toilet crusher (TC for short), at my friends Bday party. I go over and say "Hi" to her to be polite and she gives me this awkward... (wait for it)... handshake (wtf?) and then scurries away. Definitely, the most awkward woman I have ever met. I noticed that she put on some weight in her belly. I wonder if she found the bathroom later to help out with that.
TC actually showed up with my old flame Annica and Annica's bf. I had the biggest crush on this chick for at least 5 years. We never really got together... she pretty much played me for the fool that I was. She actually hooked up with one of my closest friends. What a clusterfuck that was. She's trifling and once I realized this I stopped talking to her. I'm polite when I see her, but I don't consider her a friend or anything. She acts like I'm supposed to still be nice to her cuz I used to want her so badly. I really don't pay her any mind anymore. Anyway, they were sitting over in the corner talking, prolly about me at some point in time. I caught some unapproving glares over the course of the night... lame. As it turns out my old enemy was the nicest to me. Tara gave me a huge hug before she left. Just to think, back in the day she tried to have her boyfriend beat me up. Imagine that.
The last comment on the evening revolves around the Bday girl's boyfriend. The first adjective ever used to describe him was "douche" from a friend that met him prior. He didn't do much to shake that nickname. He kept trying to let me know that he thought I was "OK" in his book. Like I give a fuck... only a douche tries so hard to be your friend so he can keep a real close eye on things. Shady. If that dude makes her happy that's cool. Otherwise, I hope they break up soon. What a douche.
I dated Annie seriously a couple years ago. That was an awkward relationship. Here are the highlights... she was a virgin, she had very little social skills (prolly why she was a virgin), and took a mean ass dump in my bathroom (yet another reason why she was a virgin). Well, this one afternoon she comes over to hang out. I think we watched a movie or something. She stays the night and the next morning she wants to talk. It was kind of ominous the way she said it. I'm thinking I did something wrong. She says she'll be right back and goes to the bathroom. While I'm waiting for her to come out I'm getting all nervous and thinking "Fuck, what did I do wrong?" With women, sometimes you just don't know. After about 15-20 minutes she comes out of the bathroom. I'm a wreck from having to wait all that time!! My palms are all sweaty and my brain is going a mile a minute from being nervous and stuff. I get up and go into the bathroom to wash my hands only to be assaulted by a stinky foul smell that accompanied the destruction of my toilet bowl. Holy Shit, she took a mean ass dump!!! She didn't use the fan or use any spray... foul. Nothing this strong should come out of a girl that size. Burning sulfur smelled better than what she did to my bathroom. At this point, I'm just happy she flushed. Anyway, I come back to my room breathing cleaner air. I don't remember the conversation word for word but basically it was awkward. Somehow she managed to get it out that she was ready to have sex with me. FUCK THAT!! After that bomb she dropped, the mere thought made me wanna drop her in chlorine before touching her again. Who does things like that?! I don't even like anal so you can imagine my disgust. Things just went downhill from there...
So here she is, toilet crusher (TC for short), at my friends Bday party. I go over and say "Hi" to her to be polite and she gives me this awkward... (wait for it)... handshake (wtf?) and then scurries away. Definitely, the most awkward woman I have ever met. I noticed that she put on some weight in her belly. I wonder if she found the bathroom later to help out with that.
TC actually showed up with my old flame Annica and Annica's bf. I had the biggest crush on this chick for at least 5 years. We never really got together... she pretty much played me for the fool that I was. She actually hooked up with one of my closest friends. What a clusterfuck that was. She's trifling and once I realized this I stopped talking to her. I'm polite when I see her, but I don't consider her a friend or anything. She acts like I'm supposed to still be nice to her cuz I used to want her so badly. I really don't pay her any mind anymore. Anyway, they were sitting over in the corner talking, prolly about me at some point in time. I caught some unapproving glares over the course of the night... lame. As it turns out my old enemy was the nicest to me. Tara gave me a huge hug before she left. Just to think, back in the day she tried to have her boyfriend beat me up. Imagine that.
The last comment on the evening revolves around the Bday girl's boyfriend. The first adjective ever used to describe him was "douche" from a friend that met him prior. He didn't do much to shake that nickname. He kept trying to let me know that he thought I was "OK" in his book. Like I give a fuck... only a douche tries so hard to be your friend so he can keep a real close eye on things. Shady. If that dude makes her happy that's cool. Otherwise, I hope they break up soon. What a douche.
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