D is working my everlasting nerve!
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My New Years plan was a bust. I got cute to stand out side the club for two hours in the cold. I pre-bought my tickets and yes, I still had to stand in line. Was it a coincidence that hella other mofo�s bought their tickets in advance too. Ha go figure. Negroes will get online to buy tickets to the club in advance and have the nerve to show up early! After getting my tickets, I sold them to someone else who did not have tickets. Basically if you did not already have tickets to get into the club, you were not getting in. The damn place was almost full to capacity. FYI�that�s 2500 people. Standing from the outside looking in the place was defiantly jumping. But after standing outside in the cold for 2 hours my poor toes were numb and my hair was starting to frizz from the mist that was coming up from the bay. I was no longer in the mood to dance or drink so we left. I rang in the New Year, driving across the Bay Bridge. Woohoo tons of fucking fun! D is about to get the brush off. He is getting�no he got on my nerves. I�m sick of his lies and now he got the nerve to try to control me and my groceries that I buy for MY house. I really don�t even want to get into the details about what happened Friday night at the damn grocery store, after I picked his raggedy ass up from all the way on the other side of town because his car was parked somewhere else. Ok, this is too juicy not to share�. D and some friends went to Lake Tahoe for New Years. His friends picked him up on New Years eve. D told me that he left his car at his jobs parking lot because it was near the freeway and his friends picked him up from their. On the way back from Tahoe, he claims that him and his friends forgot that his car was still parked at the parking lot and his friends just brought him home. Later that night D asks if he can come over. I say sure. The catch is, I have to pick him up and the next morning I have to take him to my Mom�s house cause he is supposed to meet with her. I agree, mainly because I want to see where D lives. He gives me directions to his house, but refuses to tell me the most important thing�his damn address. He just says as soon as you turn the corner, my house is right there. Well he was wrong. I picked him up from the corner after getting confused on where exactly he was because I had no idea what his house was. D gets in my car bitching to me because I did not see him standing on the corner. I was in front of a different house and it just so happened to be a man standing outside talking on a cell phone. It was dark and I could not see so I thought it was D. He basically spoiled the mood for the rest of the night. I ask D if he wants me to take him to get his car. Of course he says no. (go figure) D decides he is hungry and wants to go to the grocery store. We get to the grocery store and then he asks "what are we doing here?" I swear, I just about lost my cool. We get in the store and this fool has the nerve to start telling me what I need to by for my house. I rarely eat potatoes but he insisted that I buy a whole bag of potatoes because the were on sale for only 99 cents. Indeed that is a good deal for someone who eats a lot of potatoes, but I have had two potatoes rotting on my kitchen counter for the last month because I don�t eat them. I swear we stood in that produce aisle arguing about those damn potatoes for almost 5 minutes. Then D tells me I should by the gallon of milk instead of half gallon because it�s a better deal. I don�t really drink milk either and rarely finish a half-gallon before it goes bad. After arguing about the milk, we move on to the bread. And it starts over again. I�m not going to buy expensive bread because I don�t eat a lot of bread. I buy the cheap sunny select wheat bread and may only eat a few slices of it before I toss the loaf in the trash. But D insisted I buy Wonder bread because it is better bread and it does not tear when you make French toast. I can�t even tell you the last time I had French toast. I know it�s been a couple of years. When we get back to my house, I cooked D something to eat. Not because I wanted too. I told him 50 million times that I was not cooking shit for him. But I didn�t really want him in my kitchen fucking shit up and I knew that he was going to ask me 50 million questions if I did not just cook the damn food for him. So I broke down and did it. After he sat down to eat, he asked me if I was eating. I told him no. Then he asks me why not. Why, Why, Why must you question every fucking thing I do or don�t do???? Do I really have to explain to you that I�m not eating because it 10:00 p.m. and I am not hungry??? I was so ready to tell D to get his little grocery bag of clothes (yes, I said grocery bag) because I was taking his ass home. The next morning, D takes it upon his self to wake me up, siteing that it was time for me to get up. Now, correct me if I'm wrong but I am 24 fucking years old, and I pay my own gawd damn bills so does that qualify me as being a grown ass women who can make her own decisions?? For the record I don�t need a soul to tell me when I need to get my grown ass up! I was so through with that boy. I was in a hurry that morning to get him out of my fuckin house. I (semi) gladly got up and got ready. I figured the sooner I got up and took him to my Mom�s house the sooner I could take his punk ass home. When I took D home, he still did not tell me where he live. All I know is live in a cul-d-sac. I�m not sure which is his because after dropping him off, I saw him walk past the house that I thought was his. I was all prepared yesterday to tell D to go to hell (but not before he kissed my ass) but he called me and apologized for being a royal pain in the ass. But the apology did not come before he accused me of having an attitude after speaking just one word to him�.here�s how it went down. (phone rings) Me: Hello D: Why you gotta an attitude?? Me: What!!??? D: Why you gotta an attitude?? Me: When you can call and act like you gotta little bit of sense and not come at me all foul, then you can call me back! (click) I hang up the phone. D calls back and changes his tone. After once again explaining to him my lack of enthusiasm over his behavior Friday night, he apologizes. Now here is the tricky part. I DO NOT want him going on the ski trip next weekend. I have a feeling he will work my very last nerve and I am trying to have the best time possible. And since I am the host of the event, I will likely not have a lot of attention to devote to his whiny ass. So how the hell do you un-invite someone??? SOMEBODY HELP!!! |
3:52 p.m. || January 06, 2004 |
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