A Cartoonish Life

So here's the situation. I have a coworker who has two extra tickets for when KISS (HOLY SHIT!!!!) comes to Chicago September 7th that he offered to me and a friend. The seats are supposedly prime--near the front (OMG!!!!) and $50 each. (EVEN BETTER!!!!!) The only caveat is that my friend and I would have to go with him.

Guess which coworker this is. Yep. Doug. That guy with cerebral palsy who tracked me down to Blockbuster through MySpace.

I kept telling myself, "The only catch is you'd be going with him." But I figured that's all water under the bridge. And September 7th is a way off. But the thing is, we aren't really that great of friends. Acquaintances, more like. He acts like we're pals because of the MySpace bustup. (Uhhhh....not really.) Oh, and because he watches wrestling, too. (Uhhh...does anyone really get that I don't get into wrestling as much as I used to? Kevin included? Hello? Anyone?)

But now I'm regretting taking him up on the offer and kind of want to break it off, but I'm not sure without being a total bitch about it. Here's why.

Here's how he told me he came into two extra tickets. He and his GF broke up. Why did he and his GF break up? He tells me she had a problem with his CP. Now I was told this a couple of weeks ago. And he's still moping about it. I don't really pay much attention to his love life (it's none of my business, really), but he won't shut up about it. And it seems like he's a serial dater; the relationships never really last very long. So really, I think Doug is full of it.

But he was moping about it a few days ago and wouldn't shut up telling any coworker about it wanting advice for finding love and trying to figure out what went wrong and wondering why he can't make it work with women. And then he starts complaining that his handicap scares women off. He cornered me while I was eating my lunch during my piddly-ass 15 minute break and wanted my advice.

I wanted to tell him, "Fuck off, Doug, I'm eating my lunch." But I didn't. All I told him was that if she really did dump him over his handicap (which I don't really think she did, if this is all true), he's better off without, and he should move on. He started on about how she claimed she had a kid of her own, and was trying to claim that she was pregnant. I told him, "If that sort of thing continues to be a problem, then make 'chick with kids' a dealbreaker. If you don't want to get sucked into that baby daddy-drama, then don't go for chicks with kids!" I'm not gonna mince words. But for the love of God, it kind of bothered me.

He always plays up the CP card, then acts like he doesn't want pity or sympathy. Then when things don't work out with a chick, he cries that "she dumped me because of my handicap!" I don't buy that. It didn't work because you're a pathetic loser. You're the dickhead that had the gall to track me down to my last job through MySpace, and I didn't even know you had CP then because I had never met you face to face. It has nothing to do with your handicap, and everything to do with it at the same time.

This is why I'm going to go back on those KISS tickets. For one thing, I think he managed to get those prime seats because of his disability. (He milks it, I swear to God. He goes on and on about how he's able to get 50 yard line seats at Soldier Field for Bears' games for the price you pay for regular seats.) For another thing, I think this is a blatant pick-up attempt. Even if he did invite Kevin with.

It's done!! I'm done painting my bedroom walls! It turned out so nicely! I'll try to get pics up soon once my room is cleaned up and I get some new shelving units in here in the next month or so.

I never realized how much CRAP I have until I decided, "Hey, I want to repaint my bedroom." I mean, I had a good idea, but GOOD LORD. It doesn't help that my dresser and desk and queen-sized bed take up the majority of space in here. I kind of want a smaller-sized bed, to be honest. A full-sized would be ideal. Kevin jokes around that if I ever get rid of my bed, he'd gladly take it off my hands "because it's so comfy." Ha ha, his room is smaller than mine. He'd barely be able to move around with all the stuff he has.

*tangent* Oh my freaking God, I can't WAIT for Halloween. I have to get started putting my costume together soon. I won't be able to wear it to work on account of it being kind of...well, skimpy. (It is a ballerina costume, after all.) But I'll be going to Help Me Mommy's Rocky Horror Halloween show, and maybe another party, so I want to dress up. I don't care if I'm 30. I'm starting to feel like my good ol' festive self again. :)

*tangent* Well, Jessica moved out and she and Hunter broke up. (Again.) Hunter tried to paint it like she was the one who did the "dumping" and gave some excuse about how if she stayed with him, she'd never be able to live to her potential. And Hunter agrees, really. We all do. And he said that yeah, he's sad about it, but he's not exactly heartbroken over it.

But there was a lot more to it than that. ( Read more... )

*sigh* Enough about that. That's been the drama that we've been dealing with here for the last week.

*tangent* Kevin was asked to step down from his position at his job. He's now second-shift IMS, and he's got a weird work schedule now, but after one day of doing IMS work, he said it's definitely not as stressful now. Maybe it's for the best.

And as stupid as it may sound, I love the point of "Diamonds Are A Girl's Best Friend."

You can't always rely on love because love is fleeting. It doesn't matter if the guy treated you like shit; a kiss is just a kiss. It's shallow, it's materialistic, but the only things in life that a girl can really depend on are diamonds. It's the ultimate kiss-off song.

My feelings/thoughts on the "Flavor of Love" season finale:

I never cared for New York one bit. In my opinion, she's fugly, she has a rotten self-absorbed personality that just grated on other people's nerves, she's a gold-digging attention whore, and she comes off as an obsessed Flava Flav groupie. But I don't blame her for her smackdown of Flav in the end when he didn't choose her.

But really, why did Flav bring her back into the competition? And did she really buy into it one bit? She should have listened to her mother, to be honest. Flav didn't choose her last time; did she really think she was going to get chosen in the end the second time around? She honestly thought he was going to choose her, and I guess you have to have that blind hope. I think Flav kept New York around because she put out for him; you'd have to for that sort of fame and recognition.

I never undertstood Flav's logic one damn bit on the show. He's just looking for a girl he could kick it with...but he eliminated Goldie last season, who honestly wasn't looking for anything serious. (Just like Flav!) And that pissed me off.

The way Flava Flav treated New York reminded me of someone else. *Heh.* And Flav deserved to be told off like that. YEEEEEAH BOYYYEEEEEE!!!

I seriously wish he would just leave me alone. Why the hell does Dan want to stay such good friends with me anyway to the point where he'd feel so heartbroken if I didn't go to something as trivial as a wrestling pay per view? He knows I'm not cool about Becky. She could probably be the nicest person in the world, but I don't care--she's none of my business!!

I don't know what to do anymore. If this is sacrificing a friendship, so be it. I don't need this shit anymore. If Dan were a real friend, he wouldn't be hurting me like this.

Guess who I ran into today at the mall? My dear "friend" Dan. I told him that Kevin told me about them going to the midnight showing of Return of the King and didn't even bother to invite me with, and I wanted to know why, given what a fan I am of both the books and the movies. Here's his excuse: he didn't bother inviting me because BECKY wanted to come with, and he knows how I feel about her. So now the girlfriend gets top billing over regular friends. I should have expected this. Well, I have been for quite some time now, actually. He feeds me the line of crap about "you'll always be special to me no matter what" and "I'll never let a girlfriend come between me and my friends because my friends mean everything to me." He lied. He could have at least ASKED. But hey--I've seen it coming. He's done quite a few things (unintentionally) to royally piss me off, but this takes the cake.

And friends, this is exactly what happens when you try to stay friends with your ex. I don't recommend it.

He tells me this when I'm on my break at work, you know, while I'm trying to relax and just be out of the store. I must have still been pretty pissed about it--I didn't even hear Ed and Zero calling for me while I was out and about in the mall. (By the way, I'm sorry I was in a rotten mood tonight. But I did appreciate you two stopping in for a bit. I needed to see a friendly face or two.)

But, like I said, I ended up going to see Return of the King by myself. EXCELLENT MOVIE.

**fin**