Sometimes it feels so good to be hated. It's as though I have so much power over someone else to make them really angry with me.Beautiful.
Anyway, tonight I took a little stroll down memory lane courtesy of FB. Well. Not really my memory lane, but the memory lane of other people that went there. And still go there. Basically, people I was not friends with and who were ugly and or gross. It was an ego boost. Knowing that I'm so much prettier and less annoying and less gross than a lot of those people makes me feel good about myself. I know that's bad. But, it's soo good. Sooo good.
Man, I started reading the book Wicked. I have to say that I can no longer send it on to my 13-year old sister. It is a little dirty. Who knew? Seriously! Those Munchkins have their heads in the gutters. Naughty.
So, oh my god, the person who had the 619 number before me apparently has mad debt. People are trying to collect from her L and R and I am going to freak out if I have to handle one more phone call and try to convince someone that I'm not lying and I'm really not that chick. I'm going to have bug eyes and the vein in my forehead will make a night of it. It's just not cool. For realsies!
So lately, I have been doing an inordinate amount of stalking. Seriously, I've probably googled/facebooked/myspaced you, if I know you. You and people I went to elementary school/ junior high/ high school with. Man, talk about memory lane. It's like...woah, I remember when that kid used to number his math notebook with roman numerals! Look, he's tall and drinks beer! Or, man, that girl turned out ugly! But I guess I was the girl who wore tshirts from places I had been on vacation...so...I guess I shouldn't talk too much smack.
For a while I kept getting harassing phone calls from a payday loan company after I changed my cell phone number. They even sent me harassing text messages! When I finally talked to someone and told them that my name was not in fact George or whoever, they tried to pull a sneaky manuever to figure out if I was lying. Someone called me and pretended that I had just called her (telling me that my number showed up on her caller ID) and acted like she didn't believe that I hadn't called her. I was stupid and believed her until my dad told me otherwise, but I guess I checked out because I was never bothered by them again! Then I got a few phone calls telling me that I needed to check in with the child support office--I obviously have the phone number of an upstanding citizen.
ReplyDeletesmack that.
ReplyDeleteps - i'm angry with you for not going to coachella. RAGE AGAINST THE MACHINE, man.
ohhhhhh, man. penny DOES have tiny carny hands.
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