Mood:
blueNow Playing: Runaway Train
Did I see The Incredibles last night? Nooooo! Why?
Untrustworthy, undependable, unreliable, unpredictable, unstable, inconsistent, indecisive, erratic, fickle, capricious, flaky, wishy-washy, take-more-than-they-give, shitty-ass friends, whose sole purpose in life is just to use me for body count than just to hang out...
Sound familiar. Probably remember it from here. All I wanted was to see a fucking movie. Is that so much to ask? I guess so. I understand if something comes up, and it has to be postponed, but I didn't get a phone call or a fucking text message saying "We can't go". And I called around, Jason, stupid fuck, had his phone turned off or something, because everytime I called, I got some stupid message saying, "Due to the customers preferences, this phone cannot receive incoming calls". What the shit is that? I called Robert's house, and nobody was home, I had expected that, but you know, just to make sure they weren't there fucking around. Then, just as I was about to give up all hope, I remembered that Jason said that Antoin was coming with us. I called him and got him, and he said that he was at Marcus R.'s house waiting for them, and they kept calling there saying they were on their way. I told him if they call back, tell them to call me or something. Well, nothing happened I guess. I didn't get a phone call back or anything. So, I'm just sitting at home, with my hair all done, I had it in spiral Shirley Temple-like curls, with no where to go. Thank god I didn't want to get dressed until I had actually heard from them. By 9pm, my mum said just to give it up and if they call or show up, tell them I can't go out. Fine, but I still expected something, you know. I would send Jason a nasty e-mail, or something, but he's not even worth it. I wasn't even pissed off last night, just incredibly disappointed, you know. The worst part of it all: I blame no one but myself. How could I be so stupid? Wasn't this all supposed to stop when Jason's brother left? It was going to be fun again. It was supposed to come up bright lights, daffodils, lollipops, sunshine, Santa Claus, and roses, etc. (Yeah, I got Gypsy on my brain.)
It must be me. I guess I'm just this afterthought. If Jason has the audacity to call me sometime this week, saying some shit like, "Oh, you should have been there on Saturday, it was so fun, blah, blah, blah", I'm turning my fucking phone off. I truly am La Dimenticata.
In better news, Steelers are 8-1! Yeah, that's right! I wish I could have seen that game today. Some of the Steelers and the Browns got into it before the game even started. Whoever was fighting got evicted though. Man, I bet it was awesome! The Browns were talking shit, saying they were gonna hurt Ben Roethlisberger. What the hell ever! If ya'll would focus more on your game half as much as you talked trash, the point gap may have been a bit smaller. My Jags tried to put me in the loony bin today. They went into over time. The first three quarters it was 17-0, then in the last quarter, they let the Lions get two touchdowns and a field goal. Thank the many dieties they got a touchdown in OT. I would have done my nut for sure if they had lost. I needed some good news today, after yesterday. Tomorrow is the big show! Eagles vs. Cowboys on MNF! Man, that should be great.
Our Explorer is in the shop, so I'll just be working for like an hour tomorrow. Oh well, it'll be better than nothing. I can't wait until I start making some real money, then I'll waste all on NFL merchandise.
I need a pick me up, so I'll do what always makes me feel better, eat chocolate, get under the covers, and watch something with Alan Rickman in it. Oh, while daydreaming about Michael Easton. Mmmmmmmmmm.
I'm phasing and forgotten.