Couldn't have said it better myself...

My sentiments exactly!!

Your Opinion, Please

This incident occurred a few weeks ago. On this particular night, the temperature was around 10-15 degrees.

I needed to run a couple of quick errands. As I was leaving the house, Jodie asked me if I would pick up something from McDonald's for her, since she knew I was stopping there on my way home. I say sure. I go through the drive-thru, and as I'm pulling away, the (power) window on my car won't go back up. Fuck. Feels like it's off the track, but I'm fairly certain there's just a big hunk of ice/snow that's fucking up the works down there and as soon as it melts, it will be fine. But I'm pretty fucking irritated, because it's damn cold, and if my window stays half-way open all night, I'm going to come out to a car whose windows are frosted on the INSIDE. Which means it'll take forever to defrost in the morning, which means I'll have to get up early to leave early. Not to mention the fact that my car could now be easily stolen due to the window being so far down. Pissed. So I get in the apartment and explain the situation to Jodie.

Now, let's say you're Jodie. Because you live in the smaller (10 x 12) bedroom, you have the spot in the temperature-controlled garage, which is set at about 60 degrees. Living in the smaller bedroom gives you the garage spot, because my bedroom is so much bigger (yeah, not really - it's 11 x 12) and I have a bathroom in my room, as opposed to your bathroom which is three feet away, in the hall outside your room.

So, you're Jodie, and I've just told you that my car is A) going to be totally frosted up on the inside in the morning due to the fact that my window is broken and B) may not even be there when I wake up because it may get stolen being that I have to park in the outside lot.

What is your reaction to what I just told you, Jodie?

**Update**
Jodie's actual response? "Oh. That sucks for you."

All I could think was "FUCK YOU!!" I couldn't bring myself to ASK her if I could have her space in the garage that night. No decent human being on this planet would actually make me ASK for that. I knew she was sitting there thinking to herself "Well, if you want the garage spot, all you have to do is ask for it" and I just couldn't do it because to me, it would be giving her exactly what she wanted, which was me begging. So fuck that. And fuck her. That was the straw that broke the camel's back for me. I've been little more than cordial to her since. We barely speak, and I couldn't be happier she's leaving. And I'm pretty sure she knows it. What I'm not sure she realizes is, after she's out, she may as well not even exist. I have no intention of maintaining even a casual relationship with her. I don't need ANYONE like that in my life.

I forgot to tell you the good news...

JODIE IS MOVING OUT!!!!

She approached me sometime in January to "regretfully" explain that she's moving back in with her parents. Her car will be paid off in May, so if she moves home she can save (between rent and no more car payments) over $1,000 a month. She wants to buy a house, and she figures this is the only way she can do it.

Yes, it was nearly impossible to do the happy dance. I kept a straight face and told her I understood, and if I were here I'd be doing the same thing. (Um, no I wouldn't!) She apologized profusely for leaving me w/out a roommate. I told her it was no big deal and that I'd figure something out. That was pretty much the end of it.

My friend Chris is moving in. I can't remember if I've written about her or not, and I'm too lazy to go look in the archives. Chris was my second girlfriend. I met her through a friend and we dated for a couple years, then lived together, then broke up and decided just to be friends. I think part of the reason she wanted to stay friends is because I'm her hairstylist barber and every time she tries to have someone else cut her hair they fuck it up, but that's okay with me. I cut a damn fine crew cut, and if I were her I wouldn't want anyone else fucking with it either. But I digress. Chris is a good friend, very laid back, and tidy without being anal. I liked living with her before, and I can tell I'm going to like it again. And I'm sure it has nothing to do with the fact that she's bringing furniture, dishes, a microwave...and a big screen tv.

It's one of three things...

Either I've lived in Minnesota too long; or
I've gained a fat layer to be rivaled by polar bears; or
I'm just plain out of my mind.

Yesterday before I left for work, I found out the temperature was going to hit a high of 47 degrees. What? Here? In February? Seriously? What the?

So naturally, I left the house without a jacket or coat of any kind. It was 36 degrees when I left the house. I stepped outside and thought, "Damn! This is fucking beautiful!!"

By the time I left work at 4:45, it was 47 degrees. It made me wonder just how deeply packed away my shorts and other summer clothes really are.

I'm expecting either the men in white jackets or the leading area surgeon for gastric bypass to call any minute now.

It was one year ago today...

That Vin's wife sent me this email:

----- Original Message -----
From: (June Cleaver)
To: amyvegas4@hotmail.com
Sent: Tuesday, February 03, 2004 11:48 AM


Hello,
My name is [June Cleaver] and I am a wife and mother to three small children. The reason I am e-mailing you is I am wondering why you are corresponding with my husband of almost 8 years? Are the two of you having an affair, you must be as evidenced by your amorous correspondence? How long has this been going on, did you meet at Ground Zero, has it ended as he has promised me, I do not believe him, he is a compulsive liar who knows what he has told you. He has begged me not to contact you. I hope you are happy with yourself for irreperably damaging a marriage and damaging the lives of three wonderful young children. How dare you.

I still do not regret never having responded to her email. Though I do wish I'd gone to see her in person. I'd forgotten this email was how I found out he had three kids, not two like he'd told me. I'd also forgotten the three page reply I typed up but never sent. It's days like today I'm glad I'm a packrat and have these little reminders around. Helps ground me in reality.

Here's what I'd like to know...

Just how the FUCK could "someone" be mad at me over the fact that I slept with this one particular guy over 10 fucking years ago???

Yes, I understand that "he" doesn't like this particular race of people. And yes, I understand that it would be the worst thing in the world for me to date someone of this particular race of people. And yes, I understand that "he" would probably die of a heart attack if I ever fucked someone of this particular race of people. All things I am aware of now that I know "him" and we've discussed it. I know exactly how to cut "him" out of my life permanently if I really want to - all I have to do is show the slightest interest in someone of this particular race.

But how the FUCK can "he" be mad about me fucking this particular person, who just happens to fall into this particular race? I fucked this dude over 10 years ago - looooong before I knew "him", so what the fuck? How can "he" get MAD at me over something that has no bearing on ANYTHING?!?!? Jesus Christ!! It's not like I knew over 10 years ago that I would meet "him" (aka The Racist), so I fucked this person just to piss "him" off!

Handle it, dude. Just fucking handle it.