You owe me $200

So I go over to Bed Bath and Beyond yesterday on my enjoyable afternoon of no kids, no husband, a hot date with me myself and I.



I needed square plates, glass ones. For a scrapbooking class next month. I will have to post a picture, to confusing to explain, and I will be SO off subject.



Anywho, so I get my 8 plates, a new king bed pillow for Spaghetti (since I hoard all the other 3 and leave him a skimpy little pillow) a boo boo cold patch in the cute shape of Tigger, and I picked up Spaghetti's other birthday present from my parents. (can't tell you, sometimes he reads this!)



And so I proceed to the checkout, still high off my coffee buzz, and my quality me time. I get to the cashier, freeze. Look for other cashiers. Shit, she's my only option. And I know she saw me look around. Damn it.


Right so this cashier, lets call her Pager, since back in 1997 she borrowed my pager since I was upgrading to my first cell phone. It was back in the day when you could pay your bill a year in advance, and I paid my $200 for the year. Well after a few months of not paying back her $20 a month agreement, Pager disappeared.



About 6 months later she stopped by my mom's house, to see me. I introduced her to my new boyfriend, Spaghetti. After a short time the pager I "lent her" went off. I said "hey how about some payments?"

She had to hurry up and leave.

That was over 10 years ago. My best friend, dumped our 7 year friendship, because her lame ass couldn't even look at me to say, "hey, I can't afford to pay you, and my boyfriend won't pay anymore, so I am just going to ignore you. Forever"


Yep, that was awkward at the Bed Bath and Beyond counter. She said "hi" I gave her a fake smile, and hoped it looked fake. I need not make a scene, I need not remind her. She knows.


I know she got the message.


Her cousin, is friends with one my friends, and anywho, they asked me a few years back if I would still be Pagers friend and if she could contact me...


I said, tell Pager that she owes me $200, and then after that, I still don't want to be her friend.


I'm pretty sure by the look on her face. She got the message.

She didn't ruin my happy buzz, just made me throw up in my mouth a little...

Vent about the "cool people"

Did you ever see a picture of someone that used to make fun of you in grade school and just smile to yourself?

Now I know I am not the 107 lb hottie I dream to be. (24lbs to go!) But shieeet, after seeing some of the people that were SO much better then me, and belittled me and my friends. Sigh, it just makes me all warm and fuzzy inside.

I really don't have hard feeling but for just a select few. Those few who made sure that they said loudly in the lunch room "This pop I am drinking is flat. Just like some people" with there evil eyes looking right at me. Right in front of the boy I liked.

Or when you told all the boys in class that I didn't start my period yet, so I was still a little girl, and no one should date me. One even asked me to slow dance, in that creapy basement cafeteria at a sock hop, and after about a verse you cut in. Knowing that was a happy moment for me. Your ruined it.

Or 15 years later when you see me in public and you ignore me when I say "hi" our parents are friends, so I thought I would try and be civil. I wasn't looking for a conversation. Maybe just a polite "hi" to much to ask for? (I tried this on 3 occasions, and I got the same response. You can't say I didn't fucking try)

The best one was Monday, Weaky was at the Doctor for his 9 month, and we had the kids in the "not sick room" when someone from gradeschool (a year below me) came in with her kid, looked at me. Rolled her eyes, and walked out. Fuck you. I hope that since you avoided being seen in the same room as me, and you forced your kid to sit with the sick hacking adults, you all get the flu.

I really don't get what the deal is? I mean was your life that fucked up as a kid that you needed to mock me? To make fun of my best friend behind her back? To still to this day 17 years later, not be able to grow the fuck up? I mean you called me a loser, but I am thinking the real losers where the bitches that still can't get over themselves.

Well like I said I have seen pictures. And they ain't pretty. And no I am not one of those freaks that can't get over this shit, going on the Maury show, but when it still continues, after we are all grown, have families and kids of our own? I am just a bit bitter. That it still goes on.

My only request. Is that if those people do corrupt someone into marring them. And if those people, god save us, do breed. I only ask that they raise there children to be nothing like themselves. Because they were the most rotten, self absorbed, bitches.

So out of 32 class mates, I must say there are only a few that I can not stand. The rest, are awesome people that I still connect with. I am happy to say that after 25 years Maternal Mirth and Mudd D. Pimpster, are still my close friends. Quigs and I just found each other, and thanks to MySpace and Facebook, I am finding more of my old friends.

It's just those few... those rotten few... that just ruin it...

Well now that that is off my chest, I guess what I needed to say is that I am tired of sad people, who have shitty lives, and chose to shit on the happy people. Maybe that is it. Maybe because your family life was shit you needed to hate on me?

What a waste of my energy today. Well I should be a happier camper, now that I vented. And with some quality time with the voodoo doll, all will be good.

Anyone else still hate the gradeschool slut, bitch, bully?

F you Friday *1

I was doing some catching up on my blog roll, reading, commenting, and the such. When I came across a great idea on Cristin's blog, Tiptoeing Through The Tulips, on the F you Friday.

So here is my first one! Fun!!

Fuck you Ding for getting mad at Bagel for sitting to close to you, barking at her, and scaring her to the point of letting go of the couch, so she fell off and cried. You suck.

Fuck you to Making Memories for your retarded eyelet containers suck, and I barely bumped it, and 75 plum eyelets covered my floor. You suck.

Fuck you to the billing company that is wanting to send me to collections for there fucking $10.45, I have called you for 3 days now, with my hot little Flex Card ($$ from Spaghetti's check pays into a card we get each January to use on ANYTHING medical) in my hand all ready to pay you, I finally leave you a voice mail, and let you know that the voice mail that is about 45 seconds long is annoying, but the entire voice mail repeated in Spanish, with out an option to skip it, is really fucking annoying. (don't jump on my ass. First off, I don't care if it's in 20 languages, I just don't want to hear it. Make it an option. Again my blog, and my opinion rules over all) either way my comment to them about the "Spanish version, and not being able to skip it is annoying" is probably why the didn't call back.

Fuck you to this weather. For you and your frigidness has caused me 4 days straight of me. toddler. baby. dogs. and cats. I want out!

Fuck you to my new growing out phase of my pixie hair. Hmmmm, guess I didn't think that one out. But the flock of seagulls look is so hot on me.

Fuck you to my RLS it is annoying. And as always top it off with a side of carpel tunnel in my left arm tonight. My computer time is pretty much shot.

So there you have it. I feel better now, play along next week and let Cristin know, your in for her new weekly venting!