Goodbye and Good Riddance
Blah blah blah.- Insert shit nobody really cares about except me here, here and roughly here. -
Quick rundown, I'm done with that bastard. Owes me far too fucking much and honestly doesn't care about other people's property.
Figures? Just another shitty friend I don't need, up there with the likes of Carlos, Rom and Jeff.
They all have something in common. They've all lied, cheated and stole from me when I was simply being nice enough to help them. I could have, and will last week onward, tell people to fuck off.
What I don't like about him is that he and his sister are always mooching off of other people, I found out something about their family the last time I went to his house and yes, it will be the last time. I'm never going back, I can't stand him or them because of this.
So, two saturdays ago I I went to collect the fucking money he owes me.
If you recall, but I doubt anyone actually reads this. I lent to him two hard to find videogames out of good faith. Also before that, I helped him purchase a memorycard and a controller.
His brother, or so he says. Sold the games.. Their value together exceed 150USD, if you can even fucking FIND the other game. At that moment, I should have simply walked away. But, no, I thought he would make good on what he owed me.
The Truth Comes Out.
His family lives like animals packed into a cage, an obscenely well furnished cage.
Turns out, he comes from an excessively well off family that honestly oozes money, but they're selfish and are always begging for something and have no idea on how to properly spend money. Who the hell buys a 56 inch tv when they need to buy clothes for their kids?
I had once lent him CLOTHES FOR A FUCKING JOB INTERVIEW. At a place I recommended none the less, but hey at that time, I thought he was struggling.I was a good friend, I helped him out when I -thought- he needed it. I wasn't expecting to be paid back, but then I learn that he could have went out and bought it himself from the beginning?
Who needs a friend who ONLY shows up when they need something? I sure as fuck don't. Especially a person who has more money in a week than I get in a fucking year.
New Wounds Awake Old Infections
Which brings my actual circle of outside friends to let's say, carry the 1, divide by zero, subtract 2.... Zero.
Seeing that I almost never see Sarah, Gee or Ness anymore. I also don't count David as a friend. Christ. Oh , it would be different if he weren't one of those hypocritical-weeaboo-fucktard- faggots-filled-with-faggotry. No, quite literally. He's gay, but it's not that what bugs me about him so much, it just amplifies whats already there.
He ridicules people having an actual debate over zombies, calling it imaginary and immature, but then drones on and on about Vandred, Robotech, what character he is from the show ( I KID YOU FUCKING NOT) to the point I almost want to stab him in the mouth with my new knife.( I must post a picture of it sooner or later. It's a Blue Bailisong) But, hey; That's self control kicking in. I've already been in ANOTHER class with him.
Actually, if you wanna laugh a bit. This is what happened.
"So, it was before History Class, I was surprisingly helping out this lady in my class, Jennifer understand what we were taught the other day. In a nutshell, my little recap of the work started some of the students asking why am I not teaching the class. Obviously, I'm not qualified to do so, and fuck. History is one of my strong points( as long as they don't require EXACT answers.) Richard shows up and I show him my book the Zombie Survival Guide. Why? Because in the last class he didn't think it existed, so ta-dah!
We started talking, you know the typical zombie fan chit-chat. A few other people in the class got into the convo, no problem. David shows up, stares at us. Proceeds to stare a bit longer. He then makes a face you should only see on animated characters like Spongebob, and poots out a line so queer that it would make RuPaul blush.
A few more minutes passed, and I thought his voice had gotten louder. I was mistaken... It was another, equally big guy with an equally high pitched voice and mannerisms. The horror.. The horror...
Or it would have been if they had actually known each other. Jennifer was giggling at the zombie talk and her favorite movie, it was alright. But none the less, I can't accurately describe how annoying he got that day.
During the break in class, he mentioned he was finally getting a laptop. Something he had been bitching about since the other class were in together, for days and weeks that's all he talked about. But the laptop he mentioned he wanted? The fucking Air.
Frankly, I'm not the only person who looked at him funny when he said that. I made this girl laugh when I explained to him and I quote " If you're going to waste that much money, why not give it to me?"
1,500 dollars. On a laptop that's lacking even the most standard features of a budget 800 dollar computer?
...Okay. I could fill a novel with the crap that goes on in that class and the time before it.
Working For Almost Nothing
So, I make roughly 10.50 an hour. They take 30 -50 dollars worth of taxes because my Tax-Free checks are now over. They take 12 to 20 dollars worth of Union Fees. Which I have yet to fully grasp the concept of. I never signed up for any Union. Nor have I gotten my Union card and the apparent shop steward of my union is never around.
Sprint has been sending me a new bill every two fucking weeks. I mean dear God. I just paid them and two weeks later another bill for 225 dollars shows up? Oh. It's pretty fucking funny though. The letter says " PAY 225 dollars or your phone will be shut off on Feb 26" The thing is, they shut it off on the 16th and I paid it on the 13th. They refuse to turn it back on, even when I sent them a copy of the papers where it said paid. Fucking worthless cunts.
Sprint is fucking with me, again. They won't even reduce my fucking rate. Why reduce my rate you ask? I have a cellphone with 450 minutes a month and I only used 20. My spending limit is 350USD , but MAGICALLY WHEN I HAVE NOT MADE A PHONECALL IN TWO WEEKS IT JUMPS TO 100USD.
Seriously, why the fuck do I even have a cellphone? Nobody ever calls me. I never call anybody ( because everyone is just too busy to speak with, or be bothered me with me. They have better things to do) and I rarely get texted by Jessica.
Oh, it was supposed to be for an emergency and other things. OH! Now I remember, when I was working my other job, I needed a personal cellphone, but that job paid twice as much more than this one does.
So, after everything I have to pay.buy. I have exactly 10 dollars left to myself. Not bad for a biweekly paycheck, am I right?
I make more than other people, but in the end I'll always have less.
So It Snowed Yesterday
Went to work. Even though work was really nothing but watching Dune and setting up laptops. I arrived on time, yet the Department supervisor and my supervisor arrived like 30 to an hour late. But who cares, I showed up on time.
It's why I hate taking the bus. People on the bus are ass backwards. It's one of the few things that honestly makes me rage anymore.
You get on the bus and fucking 12 to 20 people are JAMMED in the front and I never sneak on to the back of the bus either.
I paid for a fucking metrocard and I'm going to fucking use it. They don't care, obviously darlings. So, I'm a big guy and I don't care who the fuck I trample moving into the bus anymore. Why? Because there is fucking standing room in the middle and towards the fucking back of the bus and I don't feel like having some amywhinehouse-looking whore with a cheap glittery bag poking me in my nuts.
( Funny enough, that whole lowrider expose the back of your ass thing? Girls still do it, during a fucking snowstorm. Score one for the conformity! I mean God. They're putting fashion above their health. I personally don't want a girl with fucking strep, meningitis, or any other thing you can catch from having your bare ass on the seats of a public bus.)
Also, I walked home. Realized I had the wrong type of shoes on as well!
But it didn't matter really. While I was walking, I managed to help some people across the fucking deep pools of ice water that were forming. It really makes you wonder how good of a job our local department of sanitation is doing when there's quite litterally a lake of ice water and black slush floating in the street.
Jose saw me help an old lady across the street and started calling me a boyscout after she left. I have a bad feeling that name is going to stick for a while. Considering Carl replied " You're fucking a boyscout?!" when I told Jose that I'm "Not a fucking boyscout".
"Anything you say, can and will be turned into something else"
And In The End, All I Got Was A Headache
Spoke to Sarah, she looked cute. Even outside of her standard attire, I can always recognize her walk and her face.Meh, it's just another one of those never will be situations that my life is composed of.
I don't know what I want, even if I did know it's going to be nearly impossible for me to ever get it. Even the most simplest of things turn into a nightmare when it comes down to me.
Life is unfair, but that's exactly what Life is.