Another random act for angrygirl!

So, I went to a wedding on Saturday. And naturally I got home fairly early the next morning. And at 8am I get a text message. Yeah, that's a bit early, don't cha think?!?! I do! And this is what it said. "Good morning gorgeous! The sun is shining, what a beautiful day! How are you?"


This text message was from Link. I mentioned Link before, she threw a party and that's where I met my boyfriend. So, the last time I spoke to Link is when I avoided going to her birthday party. My boyfriend sent her a text message saying that we weren't coming out for her birthday. We discussed this in an early post, entitled 'Tips for having a good weekend.' Well, she called to ask why we weren't showing up. When I talked to her on the phone that night and some of her last words to me was "If you actually show up for my sister's birthday, maybe you can buy me a drink!" So that was I believe the end of January, I believe it was the 25th of January. Since then I have not heard a single thing from her.

Last week there was a celebratory day for angrygirl and she didn't text me that day. Yet, she texts on a Sunday morning. Yeah, that's random, almost at it's best. Well of course, I replied to the text "Still sleeping!!!" And because I think that maybe she texted the wrong person I sign my name. Well, if I texted someone and they said that they were still sleeping I would probably text message them several hours later with an apology. Or maybe call them when I know they would be awake and apologize. Well not Link!!! No she replies right away "Ouch!"

Like, if I was actually fully conscious (like I am now) I would have replied to that "Next time please save your texts for the afternoon, as usually people are still sleeping. Only emergency texts in the morning!!!" I mean, why would she text me? I don't get it. So I call Blondie and I'm all "What the heck?" So Blondie is all "Maybe she is texting you because she is friend's with your boyfriend." And I'm all, dude I'm pretty sure the last time she talked to him was when she talked to me! And we basically came up with the 'new' conspiracy theory for this week.

Link is single. Link is the kind of person that needs to be in a relationship. Example when she broke up with her previous boyfriend she had a new boyfriend by the next week. So, a lot of my boyfriend's friends are single. And basically we think she is trying to have a friendship with me in the hopes of getting a new boyfriend from my boyfriend's friends. And it may not be true or correct, but man her randomness is buggin' me! And that's all I have to say about that.

L.C RULES!!!!

Peace!

The Hotdog Incident

Yesterday I had the pleasure of going to a wedding. It was really nice! My boyfriend's friend got married. And lucky me, I got to sit with my boyfriend (duh!) and all his friends. Oh, that sounds a bit sarcastic. I really was lucky to sit with them, they are SO funnie!!!! Well, since a lot of his friends are the lesser half of a couple (haha!) we got a lot of girl chat in.

An aside, I got to dance to Elvis' "love me tender" with my boyfriend's friend Trollz. He's not ugly, he just does an excellent impression of a troll doll. 'Member troll dolls? I had one real one and one fake one. I didn't like the fake one so much. Why did we have troll dolls? Who wants to play with a troll? Last I heard, they lived under bridges and tried to eat billy goats that wanted get across the bridge to eat grass. Why did they have jewels in their belly buttons? And they had no genitalia, yet they were boys and girls. I think I had a cheerleader one? Or maybe that's the one that I wanted. I thought that they had jewels in their belly buttons, but they didn't. Hmm, shows you what I know.

So, anyways, I have lovingly named a couple that are my boyfriend's friends, the hot dog people. I know, it sounds weird. Long story short, they invited us for a bbq and I didn't eat cause I thought we were having a bbq. And they served hot dogs. And they didn't offer anyone anything drink. Anyways, so I deemed them "The Hot Dog People." So, I kinda gave them that name in a moment of annoyance, but it's suck. SO.... When I went to dance with Trollz (because he asked me to), my boyfriend said to Mrs. Hot Dog, "We were supposed to dance, and she walked right past me!" Well, when I got back after the dance, she told me what he said. And I was all "crap!" Cause he's a sensitive guy. Well, she agreed with me and I asked Trollz to apologize to my boyfriend so I wouldn't get in trouble. Trollz was all "She's not going to be in trouble!" And Mrs. HD replied "She probably is!"

Well, he wasn't so everything was all good. However, when Mrs. HD said he was sensitive, the first thought that ran through my head was 'she knows him, maybe she can give me a little insight regarding my "problem." So, I asked her if she knew his ex. She didn't really know her well, but she had met her. I then asked her, how they broke up. And she said "If memory serves me correctly, he broke up with her." And she asked me what was going on, so we ditched everyone and talked in the bathroom. And this is how I summed it up for her. "My best friend (supposed best friend) is hanging out with my boyfriend's ex girlfriend and she brought her to our gym and my boyfriend's bother now works out their too." She was like in super shock! SUPER!!!

Basically I asked her, if she thought that I should tell him. And she basically said he could take it two ways. 1) Why are you telling me this?!?! and be mad; or 2) Why didn't you tell me this sooner!!!! and be mad. So I am damned if I do, and damned if I don't. Wait, does that make sense? Anyways, she basically said what everyone else said. Ask his brother, Bruce Wanye. Okay, tomorrow I am going to put a permanent list of the cast of characters up, so it's always around and easily accessible. Anyways...

So next time I see Bruce Wayne at the gym, I am going to ask him! It is a necessary evil. I have to ask him. I drove my boyfriend to the wedding, so when I dropped him off and I was all alone in the car and I was so sad. Is it possible that this could break us up? I mean, am I really being untrustworthy because I didn't tell him about something he told me not to talk to him about? I know he will say that this is different but really! And Bruce doesn't owe me anything, and why would he not tell my boyfriend anything that I said? I mean, bros before hoes mais non? And it really is his biological brother. Phhhhhtttt!!!

My hair hurts!

What a great day!

Well, angrygirl didn't have the bestest of long weekend. We were actually very disappointed with how everything went down. Angrygirl (who loves bunnies and Easter) had her family over at her house. Angrygirl's birthday is also always celebrated with the family at Easter. Well, things didn't get off to a good start this Easter.

It seemed that every step of the way angrygirl got criticized for everything. What she wore, how she did things, how she acted. And I'll admit, I was in a bad mood. I was tired and grumpy and upset about people coming over. My sibling was supposed to come over (whom I am not a fan of) and my cousin. We had a 'falling out' a few years back and so we're not friends anymore. I didn't want to celebrate my birthday with people that don't care about me.

It all started in the morning when I said I was going to exercise. Apparently I slept in and didn't help to put the turkey into the oven. However, I did make the stuffing the night before... but that doesn't amount to anything. After exercising I ate breakfast. All the sudden my mother comes rushing into the kitchen and exclaims "NOTHING IS DONE!" So, I start peeling potatoes and carrots. Then I was preparing the roasted red peppers, which my mother had roasted a while ago and froze. Well, she froze them with the skin on, so I then had to peel those too. And it was near impossible, and my mother kept making comments about how I was 'wasting' all the peppers. I told her that peeling them was very difficult and that I was doing the best I could. And I proceed to tell her that it was so difficult due to her. Well, then she said, "It's just the skin, people CAN eat it!" So, I stopped peeling the skin off (I got about 3/4 of them clean off) and began dressing them. Well, my mother then put the peppers into some bowls for the table and screeched "YOU didn't take ALL the skin off!" So I avoid fighting by going upstairs and taking a shower to get ready. Well, I was getting dressed and got a pound on my door. I was supposed to come down and carve the turkey. I asked them to wait ten minutes until I was ready and got a talking to for that. Something about how I wasn't a team player and I was being selfish. Yada-yada-yada.

So I come downstairs and say hello to the guests that had arrived and went into the kitchen. Well, the turkey wasn't ready. But I never got an apology for the lecture I received prior to. So, I am in the kitchen wearing a dress and shoes (that's how I do it) and my mother exclaims again "Why are you wearing that!!!" I ignore her and start working. I walked across the kitchen and end up slipping. I catch myself on the counter, however, I get yelled at because I made a dish slide across the counter. It didn't break, it just slid and I get the "you are SO careless." So, I continue working. My cousin and aunt then come over. My aunt says hello to me but not my cousin. I said hello, but she ignored me. That's fine. However my father says to me "why are you holding a grudge!" I'm sorry, didn't I say hi?

Finally the turkey is ready and I begin carving it. And my father is standing beside me, making SO many comments. I asked him if he wanted to do it and he replies "No, you do it, just do it right and listen to my instructions." I'm sorry, I've carved a couple turkeys in my day. I'm no ace, but I can do it. Well, I resume cutting and he gives me another comment. I politely put the knife down, wash my hands and leave the room. I went to my room to be alone for a little bit and collect myself and I get called down for dinner. I come downstairs and go into the dining room. And here's where I get uber pissed.

Someone took my spot. I ALWAYS sit in the same spot. ALWAYS!!! My cousin's boyfriend is sitting in my spot. I leave the dining room and go into the kitchen and say "My cousin's boyfriend is sitting in my seat." My mom and dad ask who is sitting in my seat, and say they will take care of it. Well, I go back into the room and they get me a seat, between my cousin and my sibling. THE LAST TWO F-ING PEOPLE I WANT TO SIT BETWEEN! I say, that's not my seat and walk out of the room. Then they move my brother over a seat and say "Sorry, here's your seat." Well, it's still not my seat. So anyways, I sit down on the chair and immediately stand up. The chair is broken. I switch it for a chair from another room in the house, so I am now sitting at the dining room table, not in my seat, in a mismatched chair. To boot, I had no napkin, glass or fork. I felt SO alienated. It's like I didn't belong there or no one wanted me there. So we begin eating and no one passed me any food. So I got potatoes, cause they were right in front of me. I stood up and got one piece of turkey and some peas. Well, okay my mother passed me the peas. But no carrots, no asparagus and worst of all NO stuffing! That's like the best part of the turkey, even though it originally isn't a part of the turkey.

Now, I'm feeling like super crap. I have a pounding headache and I'm feeling bad. So, I got to my room to be alone and take a nap. My dad comes and knocks on my door and asks me to come downstairs for coffee and cake. So, I sit down at the table and there is no coffee. So I get my french press out and makes some coffee for myself. I bring it into the room and people ask for some coffee. Now this french press is a one cupper. So I give two other people really small amounts of coffee, because that is all you get when you split it three ways. So my sibling asks for some coffee and I says there is none left and that's when I get chastised for not making coffee for everyone. I am such a bitch, especially when everyone requested tea! And now the cake.

A few weeks ago was my grandmother's birthday. We bought her a special order cake for her birthday, however my aunt also bought her a cake. So we are left with a cake. It's a chocolate hazelnut cake. It had a happy birthday grandma on it, however my mom wiped off her name and rewrote my name on it, however it looked stupid. So, she told me, I'm not going to put it on the cake because it looks ugly. And I agreed with her and said I wanted no mention of my birthday. So we sit down at the table and cut the cake. There is a chocolate on top of the cake (the only one) and my mother gives me the first piece and the chocolate and says "Angrygirl get's it because it's her birthday!" At which point someone boohs and someone else says "so?!?!"

So I'm not to happy. I actually feel like a bigger pile of crap then I did before. And the cake was CRAPTACULAR!!! Oh, it was the worst cake ever! Oh, and it's hard to make chocolate taste horrible for me but it did! I didn't even finish my slice of cake. Everyone else did and was raving about how great the cake was. Afterwards my mom and dad say that it waws a horrible cake. So, I'm not being a pooh-head. However, for two people that disliked the cake, they ate their entire big slice. Well, that was my craptacular Easter dinner. I have vowed never to go to another family dinner again. I don't need the grief or the stress. And you know what I have to say to the people that are mad at me for not going to dinner.

Whatever!!!

Happy Easter!

(Mina, my bunny)

Love,

angrygirl

Please add spineless to the list of adjectives that describes angrygirl...

OH!!!! WHY!!!! I'm trying to find out what I did wrong? I mean. Okay, I know I'm mad at 'friend' (who I saw today... and let's just say, I'm thinking of changing her name to chub... I know, that's mean!). And that's fine and all. However, I keep going through this weird pattern. I see her, or tranny or my boyfriend's brother at the gym, or even hear her name mentioned and I think it's SUPER funnie! Then give me about an hour or so, or at least when the adrenaline drops and I've begun digesting the meal I just ate after the gym and it gets SUPER sad! I mean! Like if I could continue laughing and shit, my life would be a Seinfeld espisode, that never had a series finale (Sigh, I can't be the only one that wishes for new Seinfeld espisodes!).

Actually, the series finale would be when I die right?!?! Which I'm gonna assume is quite a while from now... HOWEVER, my life feels more like... Hmm, no, not General Hospital. I ain't no doctor. Guiding Light? Nah... I don't live near a light house. Did they in that soap? I mean, why would they be called that if they didn't! Passions! Haha! No vertically challenged people or witches in this one... Haha, however if you want to remove the 'w' and replace it with a 'b' I know a few. The Bold and the Beautiful... hmmm, I don't think I'm beautiful. I'd go with cute. So, let's settle with The Young and the Restless. I'm young (physically yeah, mentally hell no!). I'm pretty restless too. Sigh, I don't want my life to be a soap opera/tradegy! Booh!

Well, again, I see the regulars at the gym. And I said to myself, as well as having Tinkerbell tell me, that I need to ask my boyfriend's brother if he told him about his ex. And I chickened out... again. I mean, I wanted to! And I had the perfect opportunity cause the whole Get Along Gang was there. My boyfriend's brother, tranny, 'friend', and an angrygirl. Oh, wait, Tinkerbell and Gym Bunny should be included in The Get Along Gang too. Not Esteban and Smiley. They're not involved. I think I just wanted to write Esteban. Hahah! I wish I could call him that to his face, but then it wouldn't be a secret would it. And again, I'm off track.

Well, so I chickened out again. However I really have resolved that I NEED to ask my boyfriend's brother. Hmm, I need a name for him. What was Batman's real name? Bruce Wayne. Yeah, that's his name now. I have resolved that I NEED to ask Bruce Wayne if he told my boyfriend about tranny. Yeah, and from there I don't know what will happen or what I will do. I do love flying by the seat of my pants... NOT!!!!

I'm gonna go find a rock to crawl under cause I'm just not feeling it today. I'll see you guys later.

"Get Along Gang, Get Along Gang! Each one's SO special in his own way!!!"
"GET UP with the Get Along Gang! GET UP!!!"

The First Day Of Spring!

Well, I always thought that the first day of spring was on March 21st every year. However, google says that it is today. And that's all good. And I actually questioned that it was today and not tomorrow. So I googled it. And it can either be on March 20th or 21st depending on the day the vernal equinox occurs. And so then I had to look up vernal equinox. Well, it's when the centre of the Sun spends nearly the same amount of time above and below the horizon at every location on Earth and night and day will be of nearly the same length. So! Apparently it's the first day of spring. And to celebrate I have posted the lyrics of a quite awesome song that I love, that is so appropriate for today.

The First Day Of Spring
by the Gandharvas

My friend
Don't just sit there and ruminate
With your navel to comtemplate
It's a beautiful day outside
Time's passing you by

Come on out
Don't just sit there catatonic
I'm feeling supersonic
A warm wind is sweeping by
The sun's full in the sky

And there's no way of knowing,
No way to know,
Know how long it'll last,
No way of knowing,
No way to know,
Know how long it'll last...

Come on out
Don't just sit there and decompose
Go throw on some summer clothes
I would enjoy your company
But please hurry

Cause there's no way of knowing,
No way to know,
Know how long it'll last,
No way of knowing,
No way to know,
Know how long it'll last
yeah...

My friend
It's time that you begin again
time that you begin again
time that you begin again
time that you begin yeah
you can't mean it(no way of knowing)
you can't mean it(no way to know)
you can't mean it(know how long it'll last)
you can't mean it(no way of knowing)
you can't mean it(no way to know)
you can't mean it(know how long it'll last)
you can't mean it(no way of knowing)
you can't mean it(no way to know)
you can't mean it(know how long it'll last)
you can't mean it(no way of knowing)
you can't mean it(no way to know)
you can't mean it(know how long it'll last)
you can't mean it(no way of knowing)
you can't mean it(no way to know)
you can't mean it(know how long it'll last)
no no no...

I have to go... I have a navel to contemplate!

Psst! Angrygirl is a coward! Pass it on!

Well, today I was at the gym and guess who I saw?!?! No actually, not her. No, not the other one either. It was my boyfriend's brother. I'm really going to have to update the cast again, cause he needs a name. So yeah, I saw him and we did the smile and wave thing. And Tinkerbell was with me at the gym and she pokes me and say "Now is your chance to ask him if he told your boyfriend about tranny!" And I was all, "You're right!!! I'll do it!" And then I saw he was talking to his friend and I was all... "Well, I don't want to interrupt his conversation. That's rude!" And I decided to ask him after class. So, after class comes and goes and he left the gym and I said nothing. Absolutely, freakin' nothing!

Yeah, so everyone that is a coward please raise your hand. Angrygirl, you can put your hand down, you have been accounted for by default. Oh, so sad! But it's okay. He probably forgot about someone so tranny-licious being at the gym. And there have been no fireworks from my boyfriend, so it's all good in the hood, mais non? But, I thought I would let you all know about my cowardice and that's about it.

I said it before and I'll say it again. I have to go contemplate my navel...

Thanks for the help Elizabeth Kübler-Ross!

Yeah, so, I had a little discussion with someone regarding a certain super-ass-0-holic that I know. And it actually stemmed from tranny being seen by my boyfriend's brother at the gym. I told just about everyone! And I have to admit that for quite a few days, that's all I could talk about. And I think several people were (for lack of a better word) disturbed with my so-called obsession. However, one person in particular cured me of what ails me!

Basically, I had to get down to why I was SO angry and mad at tranny. I mean, I only know of her what I have been told. Granted she asked to join our gym, however 'friend' sold tranny onto the gym and signed her up, not tranny. And the only reason she knew about the gym is because friend needed someone to replace me with cause she's a snot-faced-pooh-head!!!! Trust me, I could have written a lot worse than that. So, long story short, through the brillance and persistent nature of this person I finally got down to why I was SO upset.

It's because of 'friend.' Now, as a brief recap, tranny is my boyfriend's ex. And when she was reminiscing to 'friend' about the night she saw my boyfriend and I at the club, she said some untruths. And that pissed me off. However, someone played devil's advocate and said to me, if that happened to you would you like to admit that you got dumped? Especially several years after the incidient, when you think it's all in the past and that you will never see these people ever again, nor be reminded of them. Well, no, being dumped sucks! And it hurts. And then they said "Would you really expect anything less from her, than to down play what happened, and deny, Deny, DENY!!!!?" And it's true. I now understand that. Not 100% okay with it, but at least I can see it from a different view point. Which is good, right?!?!

So, we continued on with that stream of thought. And I then questioned why 'friend' would tell me what tranny said. I mean, I know that she's not a big fan of my boyfriend, and that's okay cause I think hers is a super-possessive-obsessive, psycho-hose-beast. I mean, there is a reason she's Speidi and I'm L.C.! And because of that small dislike, I don't know what else she could have said about my boyfriend. They possibly could have had a bashing session for angrygirl's boyfriend. But then again, maybe not.

However, let's get back to pondering why 'friend' told me what tranny said. Maybe she told me is as an impartial third party bystander. Maybe, subconsciously, she felt for tranny and sympathized with her (cause who can't sympatize with someone who's been dumped! And for all those that say they have never been rejected, you are liars. At one point or another you liked someone and they rejected you either directly or indirectly!). But all I could think about was "Why doesn't she believe tranny's story over mine!?!? I thought we were friends!" And that's when the waterworks started.

That was it. I thought we were friends. I'm mad cause the friendship is over. Especially since I realized now what a fucking jerk she is. And it's like someone died. And okay, it was our friendship that died, but regardless if there is no body that dies, there is still a loss. And I'm apparently in mourning, well experiencing grief. Yeah, I didn't know that. And then I was told that are stages to grief. There is a model by Elizabeth Kübler-Ross called the "Five Stages of Grief." And these stages can "apply to any form of catastrophic personal loss." So I went to wikipedia.com to find out what they are and guesstimate where I am within them. Do I have to do footnotes for quoting someone? I mean, I said it was from wikipedia.

The stages are:
Denial: The initial stage: "It can't be happening."
Anger: "Why me? It's not fair."
Bargaining: "Just let me live to see my children graduate."
Depression: "I'm so sad, why bother with anything?"
Acceptance: "It's going to be OK."

Hmm, I don't think I'm in the denial stage. I think denial was when I first started this blog cause I couldn't believe that my 'friend' possibly would possibly bring my boyfriend's ex to our gym. And neither did everyone else. I mean, who would do that?!?! But now I know that she's a dirt-bag princess! And I'm pretty fucking angry... hence the name! Maybe I was in anger when I started blogging. Hmmm? Anyways, I think I'm still in anger. Oh! I just talked to Blondie about the stages of grief and junk and she just said that she thinks I am currently transitioning between anger, bargaining, depression and acceptance.

Well!!! I can see that! I think she's a shit-face, however I know that I can't make her admit that she's wrong or make her apologize but part of me wishes that someone would sit her down and give her a good talking to! Maybe I'll hire one of those de-programmers that people get for their loved ones that join cults to not be in them anymore. Except it would be to teach her that she's a MORON! Or maybe not! And I have said a couple of times that I could care less, and why bother with it. But could that not be acceptance? Can you have acceptance with anger? I really wonder. Wasn't there a show called Wonder WHY?! Do I even have an attention span? What did they do in that show? It was a science show right? Or was that Bill Nye the Science Guy? Did I spell his last name right? And then there was Reading Rainbow with the guy on Star Trek, the Next Generation that had that visor. What was his name? Crap! I don't have one!!!

So! I guess I don't know where I am in grief stages. At least I know why who I really am angry at. And that I'm grieving. But, knowing is half the battle! I wish I had a Real American Hero! G.I. Joe! 'Member at then end of the show they would tell you not to do stupid stuff. Yeah, so do I! Is it sad that I watched a show for boys? I mean, I'm sure there was a girl stuffed in there for PC sake. Okay, I'm supposed to be talking about grief and instead I'm talking about childhood comics. Time to go!

I found this little tidbit at http://www.joeheadquarters.com/joeendings.shtml. Of all the ones I read, this one was the funniest. So you get it to end off this post.

Ripcord says: Maybe you stink at baseball because you need glasses. Having your eyes tested may clear things up. Don't avoid a problem. Meet it (and beat it).

Knowing IS half the battle.

Fog is GOOD!!!

Last night when I came home (I got dropped off) I glanced over at my mode of transportation. Normal, sure. However the windshield was all fogged up. And that's when I saw the tableux! Ooooh! What a slightly big, fancy, artistic word!

One night, Blondie and I went out. I drove her home and we proceeded to have a discussion while parked in her driveway. Well, we actually had several discussion, however only one discussion ended up on the windshield. I was going on about something or other regarding my mother and my sibling and we proceeded to "draw" out the reality of the situation. And then I added in pieces of a fantasy. Let's just say I was chasing someone with a 2x4 with a nail on the end of it and they were screaming for their Mommy!

Well, since the windshield was all fogged up last night, I saw the 'picture' that I drew! I instantly started laughing SO hard!!! Oh my goodness, it was like the funniest thing EVER!!!! What I really wanted to do is re-draw the picture and add it to the post, however... when I started to draw it in paint and realized if I commit it to another medium it will lose it's funnie! Part of the reason that it is SO funnie is because I can't go and look at it when I want to. Or even, accidently see it when browsing through my saved pictures.

It may sound weird, however, I must admit, I have a small habit of drawing pictures in paint. And they are VERY badly drawn! However, usually very funnie. I used to draw pictures for my friend Geisha all the time. Well, it was a once a month thing, to make us laugh. I would do it just cause it was funnie. And then I just stopped doing them. However, it was reinstated when Geisha went away on vacation. I missed her so I drew the funniest picture for her. Let's say it involved sushi and her as Geisha and the line from the movie Memoirs of a Geisha with a little bit of angry girl flair. "I want a life that is mine!!! Mmmm, unagi!" I have to pat myself on the back for that one... it was the FUNNIEST picture I ever drew. Actually, it's the second funniest, after the one I drew but destroyed. It was just for Geisha and I and it was SOOO funnie!! Damn those socio-political reasons that interfere with my funnie. Haha, it sounds like a case of 007 espionage. It SO wasn't that. It was just a sunny afternoon with some super great laughs that could only be shared and understood by Geisha and I. Sigh, good times that made great memories.

Okay, nice aside but back to the tableux. I won't draw the picture again. You see with the windshield, I actually forget that it is there. The windshield decides for me when I get to see it! So, all I can do is tell everyone how hard I laughed when I drew it and everytime I see it. Sorry, I'm being a bit of a tease, but I don't want to lose that funnie! Oh well! Maybe one day I'll draw a picture just for the blog.

But I gotta go! Stay tuned for the next post, it's gonna be about liars! And don't forget, you pass the Dutchie pon the LEFT handside!

A $400 saving... Actual Cost... My Life

SO! I just came back from the gym. Wanna guess who was there? Come on! Guess!!! Yes, there was a Tranny. No, no 'friend' wasn't present. However the kink in the armour was... my boyfriend's brother was also at the gym! Yeah, dude hasn't been at the gym in months and his membership expired. And actually he never came to the gym with his prior membership. And then he shows up today of all days! He was coming at night... and he just decides to show up. So, I see him and I look at Tinkerbell and say "I am SO dead!"

Why did they have to show up at the same time? I mean, I could have handled the Tranny showing up... but put my boyfriend's brother (who he is SUPER close with) in the mix & I fall apart. So, he stood behind her during the warm up and I noticed that he recognized her. And I really wanted to talk to him after the class, about the whole thing, however he bolted before I could get to him. Now these brother's are close and I KNOW with all my heart that he will tell my boyfriend that he saw Tranny at the gym. Now here is where I come in...

My boyfriend can either take that information and do nothing with it, or he will talk to me about it. He knows, I know what she looks like. I'm worried he will be all... "why didn't you tell me about this... blah, Blah, BLAH!" However I got some solid defense on this one. He said to me when we saw her out that he never wanted to have anything to do with her again. That and he told me that he doesn't want to hear about my argument with 'friend'. SO, that is all I can do about that.

And you know, if 'friend' and tranny hadn't got a total saving of $400, my life would not be on the line. I mean, my friendship was sold out to save them $400 on their gym memberships combined. And one little fucking class and it's gone to hell in a hand basket. However, I feel a lot better about it now. When it first happened I was all "My life is over!" However, now it's funnie! Which is good! I can handle this. And that's all I have to say about that.

Catch you on the flipside!

You know what everyone should do....

STOP PISSING ME OFF!!!

I have SO had it today for hearing other people's opinions about me! GO stick it! Please! Preferable in your anal cavity.

Alright, an angrygirl first, a complaint about my boyfriend. Although I have mentioned this before regarding friends not returning calls on a timely basis. Well, he get's it tonight! DON'T FUCKING CALL ME IF YOU HAVE NO INTENTION OF RETURNING MY CALL!

Here's the story. I was politely helping my mother and my boyfriend called. Unfortunately I wasn't able to answer his call. He did not leave a message. So about 20 minutes later I returned his call. I then call again, thirty minutes after that. Then I call again, an hour and 15 minutes after that. The last time call I left him a voicemail. Wanna know when he returned my call? Approximately 17 hours later! And the little fucker knew he was in trouble. And when he called me today he was super defensive. Cause he's expecting me to blast his ass. And I told him where to go, however I put it politely. I told him that I didn't appreciate waiting SO long for him to return my call. If he knew that he was leaving his phone at home then leave me a MESSAGE AND LET MW KNOW!!! Cause really people, it's not that FUCKING difficult.

And second of all if I get one more person telling me that I am SOOOOOOO sensitive and always upset... I'm gonna kick them in their goiter. And even if they don't have a goiter I'm gonna kick them where it would be. Did you know that a goiter is caused by an iodine deficiency. I did not know that. And it can also be called a struma. Oh dictionary.com, your wonders will never cease to amaze me. Yeah, I can be upset if I wanna be people! You have ABSOLUTELY no control over that. And you know what! People get upset all the time. It's a hard, cruel world, and everything ain't sunshine and posies people! I mean, can I be upset if my beloved pet dies? No? But if I lose someone can I cry about that? Oh, that's okay... but... there's a but? Oh, it can't be for that long. Bad/sad things happen all the time. Yes, I agree it is beneficial NOT to dwell on them, however I can get sad about it. I am human and I have emotions!!! And know what, everyone else has them too!

Anyways. I'm tired as fuck and I have a headache so I am leaving. And I will quote a rather rude person I know. I apologize in advance for this one... but I'm still angry.

Fuck you very much for today, World! Fuck you very much!

Life is tough, when you are living… in a snow globe?!?!

Hey Bitches!

Longtime no post! I missed ya’ll too! It’s been a long and I would like to think uneventful week. It’s snowing again. And I really wish I had a snowsuit, cause I would love to go outside and roll around in the snow right about now! It looks SO fluffy! However, the powers that be; aka The Parental Units; would pass me a shovel and kill my dreams of snow rolling for the sake of snow removal. So, I’m hiding out in my room. And I’m hungry… I guess I should eat my first meal of the day! Well, I missed breakfast, and kinda lunch, so I guess I’ll just have a super late lunch… later.

Ow! Typing whilst lying on your stomach is SEVERLY uncomfortable. (Angrygirl gets more comfortable) Ahh, that’s better.

So, a few posts ago, when I attempted being a good Samaritan, I thought a possible cause of anger was rudeness. Well, mother fuckers, angrygirl contemplated it and viola! Guess what the verdict is?!?!? Yeah, rudeness. And I know what you are thinking. “Duh, angrygirl! Of course it is!!!” However, if you think about it, it’s more of an annoyance. Someone cuts you off and it is rude, and then you are annoyed. However you are going to eventually forget about it. Unless you are one of those special cases where someone cuts you off and you immediately resort to road rage. However, unless you have a really good lawyer and you hurt someone, it’s just annoyance. Cause if you think about it, anger is on a sliding scale. It takes a bunch of stuff to get you up to ‘supreme annoyance, I need to hurt somebody’ mode.

And again, ya’ll are probably thinking, “Angrygirl, one case of a bad apple requiring a wheelchair, does not an angry girl make!” Well, it’s not just the one case. It’s a daily basis of cases. And I’m gonna spare everyone the list (and we all know I’m just dying to give you one) and just sum it up.

I’m going to start with a mean old bus driver when I was in grade school. I was a bus patroller (or is it monitor?). Yeah, I know, I was cool!!! Anyways, I was the one that sat in the front of the bus to make sure that the really little kiddies got off at their appropriate stop. And I got on the bus and my seat was occupied. I politely asked them to move and that’s when the bus driver piped up… “Would you just sit DOWN!!!” And I reply that I am bus monitor, I’m supposed to sit… “Well that’s just PEACHY!!! But I really don’t care! SIT DOWN OR GET OFF!!!” Now, I’m assuming that dude was well into his thirties, and granted he’d probably been hauling kids around all day, everyday, for a real long time; however to a twelve year old… Dude, just take a chill pill! See, this is what I mean.

I understand people have bad days, can be in pain, can have had something bad happen to them, but what will be the benefit of taking it out on someone else? There isn’t one, people! There isn’t!!!! I mean, the bus driver could have said instead “We are running late, and I appreciate that you take your duties seriously, however, we need to get moving, please take the closest seat available.” I mean, I knew that it wasn’t my regular bus driver!
And I kinda feel like a super geek now cause I just confessed that I was a bus patroller. (Blushing!)

Lets fast forward to the present. It happened just this FREAKIN’ morning. I am politely having a conversation with my dad and my mom interjects!!! Not about anything that I’m talking about either! She cuts in and just changes the subject. I didn’t yell, I let her finish what she was saying and when there was silence, I said that I thought she was extremely rude for interrupting me… and while saying my little spiel, she interjects AGAIN, with a “Fine! I’m SORRY!!!! FINISH YOUR STORY!!! GOD! JUST… Okay! Okay!!! OKAY!!!!”

Now, who in their right mind would think that that is sincere? Can I have a show of hands please?!?! Okay, one… Oh, wait! I’m sorry! Mother, your vote does not count! And I have a grand total of… ZERO! Even a person that is hearing impaired would notice the lack of eye contact, the gesturing and antics and would agree to the insincerity of it. And I just have to mention we (my parents and I) had just finished eating a lovely French toast breakfast that my mother asked me to make for her! And while I made the entire breakfast she bitched and complained about everything I was doing also.

And my whole point is, is that as we all grow older, people have limited manners, and even though they teach their children about manners, if you don’t practice what you preach, mother-fucker, one day you’re gonna to have to be peeled off the front end of an SVU cause you accidentally cut them off.

So, rudeness DOES make me very angry. And I think this rudeness stems from people being SO self-absorbed! I mean, my mother cut me off because she wasn’t listening to me, but thinking about something that could possibly affect her. The bus driver, it was was all about him. Oh no… I just had an angrygirl first… diagnosing another source of anger while writing about a source of anger. Okay, that will be ‘pursued’ in another post… SO, even if you don’t agree with someone’s opinion, let them speak. Don’t be a RUDE ass! I mean, that’s why we have freedom of speech!!! Cause EVERYONE deserves a chance! So, now that I have depressed the fuck out of myself by bringing the fact that it is a sad mother fucking world that we live in that’s chock-full-o-assholes, to my conscious mind, I guess I’m going to leave.

My dearest friends, alas, I fear we must part!

Who wants to go to Switzerland anyway?!?!?

Yeah! So! Wanna hear the fantasic-ness that happened to my life last night. Well, first The Traveller (Links sister, she finally has a name now) spilt red wine on the carpet last night. I cleaned it up, but it was still awkward. I have to double check for a stain today, but other than that it was more funny than sad. OH, and my mother just told me that I missed a spot when cleaning up the foot long red wine stain. Yeah, it's about a centimeter long. And that's what she finds. What a pooper-scooper. Anyways!!! And then I found out that Booty has been compromised.

Yes people, Booty, the Switzerland of my friends, has been inflatrated! Calm down, please proceed to the nearest desk and get underneath it! The luke-warm war has begun!

SO, MOTHER-FUCKING-BITCH-ASS-WHORE that is supposedly my 'best friend' told her "story" to Booty. And now Booty is FUCKING DEFENDING HER!!! And how do I know you ask, because Booty used her line. "Angrygirl, 'friend' was friends with your boyfriend ex's before we found out that she was your boyfriend's ex.

Know what! I've had it! We are re-writing the cast of characters people. RIGHT here! RIGHT now!!!! Please, stay tuned for what ex's new name will be. I'll give you a hint. Garbo came up with it.

Cast of Characters - The Good People
me - angrygirl (that's right mother-fuckers!!! you know it!!!)
boyfriend - he's my boyfriend, don't drag his ass into it!!!
Garbo - my friend from out of town (she fucking rocks!! And comes up with creative names for ass-o-holics!)
Blondie - my friend that is blond who supports my ass 100 & sixty thousand percent
Gym Bunny - works at my gym, consider her a friend
Tinkerbell - my friend at the gym
Curly - my friend with curly hair, I haven't talked about her yet, but she's super nice!

Cast of Characters - The Villans
Bitch-ass-whore, aka. friend - my supposed 'best friend' that brought my boyfriend's ex girlfriend to my gym
pre-op tranny prostitute - my boyfriend's ex girlfriend, also know as 'tranny' (Thanks Garbo!)

Cast of Characters - The Neutrals or Those that I Just Don't Want to Categorize because I am currently too angry (quelle surprise)
Link - the girl that introduced me to my boyfriend
The Traveller - Link's sister, also responsible for me meeting my boyfriend
Booty - my Switzerland friend, also friends with 'friend'
mother - my mother

Oh, a little aside about the name The Traveller. It's now her nick-name, however I picked that name based on a character in a Laurell K. Hamilton book. It was a super old vampire that could inhabit the bodies of other vampires. It was kinda cool. It was called Burnt Offerings. That's all I have to say about that.

SO, Booty has been compromised. I feel bad. I talked to Blondie on the phone until late at night after she asked if she could go to bed and she calmed me down. I feel bad, but she listened to me cry and rant. It was a pretty creative rant. Makes me wanna get some heavy artillery and shit, but apparently I'm not Anita Blake. Phht, character in a book only! Sure, fine.

A few days later...

I started this rant about two days ago and it has taken this long to hash everything out. Blondie is gonna get a present. However, we have to wait until I find one appropriate for her! I'm thinking s'mores. She likes those. So I just talked to her and she talked to Booty and hashed it all out for me. Turns out Booty did talk to 'friend' and she got told the whole story. She used her line "Friend's with her before we knew it was your boyfriend's ex." However, she did say that if it happened to her that she would be super mad. Booty even took it so far as to say "If it happened to 'friend' she would go ape-shit and crap all over angrygirl!" However, angrygirl would never do that people. Just selfish assholes do that to their supposed best friends. And then think that they were the ones that were wronged.

I was thinking of bringing (and when I say bringing, I mean pick up, drive to and from) 'friend's' ex-crush to a social event in the next few weeks. I would even pay for all of his drinks to have him hit on 'friend' all night long, in front of her boyfriend. Talk about putting a bunch of fireworks next to an open flame and a can of gasoline! This is the guy that took the milk for free and refused to buy the cow. And she was SO in love with him and bet you she still is! It would really show her how I felt when she brought tranny to the gym. However, that would not be letting the world right the wrong she has done. I believe in karma and I feel she gonna get her just desserts. Actually I think she already is.

However, the reason that I really won't do it is because she will not take that experience as a lesson. She will think that it was angrygirl's master plan to get back at her and that I was doing it just to hurt her, not teach a lesson. However, to be it would just be a lesson. And there would be a nice bonus if she got upset. But, I'm gonna let karma field this one. That's all I have to say about that.

Aloha bitches!