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Feedback please

I decided to write at BlogHer tonight and I would really like it if my regular readers would please visit, read it and let me know what you think.  I'll warn you, it's a little long.  You have to have an account with BlogHer to comment, so if you don't want to sign-up, feel free to comment back over here, email me or whatever you want.  I would just like to know some of your opinions on the matter.  And just to let you know, I wrote the post last night and since then the situation has gotten even worse by which I mean, more threatening emails.

Here it is.

On the brink of insanity. Or maybe you're just too old.

I apologize to you and to myself for needing to say something regarding our current political issues in America on my blog, but I just need to point out...

McCain, you are FULL OF SHIT!

Rock-a-bye baby

You know those people who, in their lives, never really have anything interesting or exciting happen to them?  Those same people whose lives are a constant straight line across the graph.  No particular downs yet no absolute highs.  Just sort of steady sailing.  You mean, the boring people? was my friends' response to this question.

Yes, the boring people.  The people who live day to day without any surprises.  The people who, when you ask, "Hey, what's new?" their normal response is, "Same ole' shit" and they aren't saying it because they want to avoid small talk.  They're saying it because it's true.  In fact, small talk is welcomed due to how mundane their lives are.

For once in my life, I would love to be one of those people.

Maybe not forever, no.  But for a couple of months.  A rest period, if you will.  I am so sick of the drama.  I am so sick of the unexpected, the bad surprises, the fucking shit.  I don't understand why, since my freshman year of college, something absolutely horrible has to occur every single month of the year.  That's twelve horrible things in a year.  Why can't it be every other month?  Would it be too greedy to ask for every two months? 

Let's do a recap shall we?  January of this year, I found out Raceme was actually a mean human being in disguise and therefore had to move out, find new roommates, move in and during all that, I didn't think I would see 6-6 ever again.  We were not on good terms.  February, I was flat broke and the bills kept piling and piling.   My computer broke, my car died and somehow I had to pay for that on top of the regular.  Plus, Bowie was shitting all over my world.  Literally.  March - HATE MAIL GALORE.  Family hated me galore.  Friends hated me galore.  Everyone hated me for reasons I couldn't understand.  April, my old roommate, Josh decided to be an immature dick head by showing us all how good he is at not paying his bills.   May, my old roommate, Jenna, decided to be a smelly cunt.  Moving out pursued.  Finding a new apartment took over my mind, body and soul.  June, I lived with friends who partied every night.  One night, I had to sleep in my car.  July, totally awesome and fun car accident.  August, lost my job and car begins to fail me yet again. 

What's next?

Hmph

Still not feeling much better.  I hate people that have parties on a Tuesday night that last until four in the morning.  Some of us have to sleep and go to work the next morning!  Ugh.

I have an appointment tomorrow to see an orthopedist about my knee.  Hopefully things aren't too bad.  Cross your fingers for me!

I had a dream last night (time for Chris to tune out) that my old roommate, Jenna had to come to my best friend's house to pick up a blanket that she owned and somehow left there.  I was at my best friend's house when she stopped by.  I answered the door.

"What the fuck are you doing here, bitch!?"

"Um, I left my Grand Canyon blanket here and I need to pick it up."

"I'll see if we have it."

Then I slammed the door on her face.  I asked Nicole (best friend) if she had it and she showed me where it was.  I remembered the scene was really windy outside so when I opened the door to give it to her, I threw it out into the wind and made her chase after it.  For some reason, Nicole and I had George and we were really pleased with ourselves because George liked us better than her at that point and didn't even really pay any attention to her when she stopped by.

It was awesome.

Smile for the camera!

My fingernails grow so fast it's like I cut them and look away for a second and when I look down at them again, I'm back to looking like Freddy Krueger's daughter.  Same goes with my hair.  I got my hair cut and a week later, my friend Sera did the same thing except she got hers cut to an inch longer than mine.  Then she went to do some research on plants in Utah for a while (geek with big boobs alert!), came back and my hair was already longer than hers.  That's just how it goes with me.  I guess I'm healthy or something.

I cut my fingernails last night and it was high time.  Now they're nice and short but I was in such a hurry that I forgot to file them up a little bit.  Now they're all rough and scratchy which whatever, I could care less about my nails.  Only problem is, now it hurts to pick my nose. 

And that was the start of my bad day today.  Not only have I been unable to pick my nose with ease, but work has been a big bag of dicks too.  You know those days when you're so angry you want to punch someone in the face and it would be worth it to spend the night in jail to do just that?  Yeah.  That's me.

So, I'll be back when I'm feeling all happy again after I force 6-6 to give me a long massage tonight.

And also after I can properly pick my nose.   

I guess I'm not the only mean person in the world

I feel that this is absolutely horrible.

If I were in her position and came across this, I would be very hurt. Just because she is a good actress does not mean that she doesn't have feelings. And furthermore, she starred in a controversial yet truly revolutionary show for women in the modern day. And also, she created a line of designer-like yet affordable clothing for women.

She's still married, still a hard-working mother and still an amazing fashion icon. Leave Sarah Jessica Parker alone!

Boohoo

I just wrote a really long story about the hike I went on this past Sunday.  Just as I was proofreading it, the browser closed because did you know that my internet connection and computer at my office sucks balls and should die forever!? 

Blah!

If you own a dog and you don't take care of it, you should be tossed into a pit of hungry sharks

Some people just don't get it. 

And we all know that.

As much as I want to deny this fact and try to force myself to believe that people are trustworthy, I'm somehow always proved wrong and let down.  Jenna, for example, the other roommate (it's always roommates, isn't it?).  She has a wonderful dog named George.  You all know him.  She also has no responsibility whatsoever.  She leaves poor George in the solarium for hours and hours at a time.  This isn't like leaving a dog outside because at least then they can pee when they want and roam around.  No, George is forced to hold it and is forced to do nothing but sit there. 

Up until a week or so ago, noticing this, I took responsibility for George.  I let him sleep with us (Bowie and I), I fed him about 96% of the time, I let him out whenever I was home, I took him with us on walks, I included him in mine and Bowie's little family.  This was, for the most part, fine by me because I was just home more than Jenna.  This was a problem in itself. 

You see, Jenna is one of those people who thinks she needs to spend every waking moment with her boyfriend.  She's only been dating him for about six months, yet she acts as though they are married.  I've always viewed people like this as, quite frankly, pathetic.  I'm sorry if this is how you and your significant other interact and I offend you, but as for my opinions and my blog, I think it's sad when one has no life except involving the person he/she is dating.  These people are the kind that can't be alone for more than a few hours at a time and as such, once one dysfunctional relationship ends (most likely due to lack of space) they rush into another one without a rebound or even a healthy amount of time to recover.  Thus leading to yet another dysfunctional relationship from the start.

And that paragraph right there pretty much sums up Jenna's life. 

So as I mentioned, even though I look down on those who spend all their time with whom they are dating, I still willingly watched and took care of George because I simply love dogs. 

But then it was a slap in the face when I came home one night from 6-6's, who Jenna knew I've been spending more time with, and saw that the dogs hadn't been fed at all.  At this point, it was about midnight.  Jenna not only hadn't come home for the past twelve hours, she also didn't bother telling me she wouldn't be there.  It then occurred to me that Jenna had started expecting me to be there to take care of him so that she could be free to live in her own little world without responsibility and in complete disregard of the fact that I have a social life too. 

So now, not only are my feelings about Jenna dampered because of her lack of independence but also, I feel as though she needs to go to jail until she can take actual responsibility for her dog.  Or someone should call Doggie Protective Services.  At that point, I decided to stop helping out with George and when I told her I would be doing so, she didn't care.  Since then, George has been by himself the majority of his time.

Yesterday, I got a call from the realty company that we rent our house through.

"Hi Michelle, this is Steve from Dallas Realty."

"Hi."

"Is this your dog at the house?"

"No Steve, I'm already moved out of the house."

"Yes, and so is everyone else it looks like.  There's nothing here except a dog.  Is this your black dog?"

"No, that's Jenna's dog, George."

"Why would she move all of her stuff but keep her dog here by himself?  Did she forget him?"

"I honestly have no idea."

"OK well, I guess I'll try to get a hold of Jenna."

...

Poor George!

P.S.  I'm in the process of moving into a new place and I'm still getting situated and rearranged.  I apologize for my absence.            

When you're 27 and have no life, you make things as difficult as possible for other people

I like this house.  It has a nice backyard for the dogs, a solarium for the dogs to play in during the day and the perfect amount of space for keeping the things I've obtained over the years.  There are a few disadvantages to this old house we're living in, the worst among them being a certain person that came with it who I used to like, but now despise because his name is Josh and he's a big, fat dirty dick. 

Jenna and I weren't going to live here.  Josh's original offer was a tad expensive and we were set on looking into our cheaper options.  Until one day Josh emailed me and told me that he was willing to offer the place for $400 per month including all utilities and internet.  He was planning on a short vacation and before he left, wanted to get someone in the house so he wouldn't end up paying for the full rent by himself.  Everything was going fine for several months until one day I woke up and discovered our internet to be shut off completely.  We had had some problems with our internet provider in the past, so I called them to see what the problem was.  Turned out, our pathetic roommate Josh was two months late on the bill.  Bear in mind that this guy is 27-years-old. 

I was mad.  The internet is important to me, obviously.  That morning in particular, though, I had a conference call with an advisory board that has been arranged by my blog host, Typepad and Typepad's company, Six Apart.  These conference calls are important to me and all the information was in my email.  I had no way of contacting anyone to let them know I wouldn't be there and I am Michelle- I am all-knowing, hardly late, and not a no show.  Oh, and I pay my bills. 

So, I called Josh. 

"Hey, apparently the internet has been shut off due to lack of payment."

"Oh really?"

"Yeah, so can you pay it right now so we can get it turned back on?  I have a conference call I need to be on and all the information is on line."

"I can't pay it right now because I'm busy at work, but I can take care of it later this afternoon."

Might I ask why a 27-year-old guy is late to pay a $45 bill?  Is it because he's irresponsible with his money?  Is it because he's clueless and has no idea what this is doing to his credit despite that he's almost 30?  Is it because he's completely apathetic about his own finances?  Is it because he's a dirty dick?  Or is it because he'll soon be searching for little girls on myspace because that's how pathetic he is?  Or is it because he's simply a lazy-ass bastard who is not only terrible for the economy but should also be shot on site?

Oh right, it's all of the above.  Sorry, I forgot. 

Josh comes home later that day and tells me, "Hey I just had a bunch of medical bills come in and I'm not gonna be able to pay that bill.  You guys can if you want to."

Oh really?  That's funny!  It's funny that he was somehow able to drive all the way up to Vegas on today's gas prices, spend the night in the MGM Grand for what? $189, drink excessively and then drive back home, but can't pay the internet bill.  That entire trip, I might add, was completely by himself.  He didn't meet anyone there and split the cost of the hotel room.  He was there BY. HIMSELF. getting drunk on the strip.  It's funny that he can go snowboarding every weekend for two months without a season pass, but can't pay the internet bill.  It's funny that he can go out drinking every night, but can't pay the internet bill.

I told him that I was upset because this had happened more than once and therefore, he wasn't holding up his side of the offer he extended us.  We had an agreement, and he was flaking out on it. 

Because I'm mad, he wants Jenna and I to move out.  Oh wait, actually it's not because I was mad; it's because he has a small penis and has to make everyone else feel bad about it.  Jenna and I want him to move out.  Both parties refuse.

This could get interesting.

In the meantime...hey Josh?  Do you mind if someone kindly pulls out that foot that's been lodged in your ass crack for the past month or so?  It's rather distracting. 

What this world is coming to

I was reading on Chickbug the other day about AFEs, awkward Facebook encounters and I thought of a very strange one of my own.

A year or so ago a stranger named, K, added me as a friend on Facebook and as always with people I don't know, I messaged him and said, "Do I know you?"  He sent me back this long schpeel (sp?) about how he saw my profile and thought that we had a lot in common, especially as far as  music goes, and thought he would add me.  I looked at his profile and saw that he was right- practically the same taste in movies, music, books and even a few of the same quotes.  What the hell?  It can't hurt.  I added him and we began messaging back in forth to sort of get to know each other.

I found out that he was graduating from NAU at the very end of summer and would then be moving back to Phoenix where he wasn't sure what he would be doing.  We decided that since we didn't have much time left, we would meet up and officially make friends.  A week or so later, I met K and his friend from Tuscon one night and we all decided to drink wine, make and then eat brownies and play board games.  The night was awesome.  I was a little scared at first that I was going to be raped as soon as I walked into his apartment, but I didn't want to miss out meeting another cool person.  I laughed a lot and generally had a really good time. 

K and I saw each other a couple times more out at the bars during the rest of summer and then as he promised, he moved back to Phoenix.  Pretty soon, his friend from Tuscon, he and I were all writing on each other's walls with in-jokes from that first night which sparked his friends' interest in adding me as a friend too.  I had never met his brother, but he added me as did a few of his other friends who K told me I would meet eventually.  And I did.  During that fall semester, aka my last semester of college, he came up with his guy friends a couple of times and we all hung out and had a good time.  K and I were never sexual or into each other in any way; it was purely a friend thing and pretty cool.  I was surprised I could actually tell people that I met K through Facebook. 

Since then and up until this past January, K and I were consistently in touch.  He would call me occasionally to tell me about his new girlfriend, the shows he saw in the last few months, work and so on and I reciprocated with details of my life as well.  Then in December 2007, I got a post on my wall from him.

Michelle Toth....long time, I daresay :P Well, I'm coming up to Flagstaff for New Year's Eve and, uh, I'll attempt not to have as bad of a hangover as last year!!! lol oh man; not even funny. My # is 555-555-5555. Don't lose it again ;)  See you soon.

I wrote back and told him to give me a text when he got in and we would set something up to meet somewhere downtown.   Soon enough, New Year's rolled around and I was bitter as all hell.  I had just moved into my new house which was refreshing to start over at the first of the year.  But on the other hand, I was exhausted.  And angry.  That December had been a particularly bad one what with the Raceme drama as you long time readers might recall, 6-6 breaking my heart, moving and Christmas all on my shoulders.  I was a wreck and I needed a good night out.  I was looking forward to hearing from K especially because I had not seen him in a while. 

But midnight rolled around and no contact from K in sight.  I texted him and asked him what was up.  He texted me back and told me that he was at the Wine Loft with a few friends and that I was welcome to join.  But it was already approaching one and I was sure they would all already be well on their way to drunk town.  I was angry that he didn't text me earlier in the night to tell me to meet him somewhere to begin with thus, I did not reply.  I was over it and in general, over people's flakiness. 

A few days later I wrote on his Facebook wall and asked him what happened.

Haha  Hey, I texted you back and said I was at the wine loft.  I don't believe I got a reply....

I explained to him that at that point it was already midnight and I hadn't heard from him so I gave up on the idea.  He wrote back:

What, were you in bed at 12am on New Year's Eve???  I think not..

So, I wrote back and told him that I had already made other plans at that point and that duh, the world doesn't revolve around you, K!  :)  I said it in the most jokingly way I could but he wrote back a few days later:

Don't ever speak to me again.

At first I thought he was joking, but then when I clicked on his profile to write something funny back, he had removed me as a friend and as I discovered a few hours later, he had removed me as a friend on Myspace too.

I was blown away.  Still am.  Is this whole situation weird to anyone else or was I totally in the wrong here?