Did you ever just have one of those damned days?

• Nov. 30th, 2005 at 8:27 PM

So my phone rings while I'm in class tonight. I don't recognize the number, but I do recognize the area code. I only know one person in that area code.

So I try calling it back and no answer. I text message to the number, "Who are you?" I get, "I'm Ts wife."

I'm so annoyed right now. I can't even muster up enough emotion to be anything more than annoyed at this point. I let him know how I felt, too. Told him flat out that I always assumed there were other women he didn't tell me about. Told him I was tired of his family telling me I was the anti-christ. Told him I refused to let him go through the motions of getting rid of me again. I threatened to get hold of the ditz to tell her to fuck off too.

If he's married, fine. But honestly I don't think he is. I believe it's the same family member making trouble who has been making trouble for months now.

I'm just too tired to give a fuck one way or the other right now.

Have to bitch

• Nov. 27th, 2005 at 7:16 PM

I'm so pissed off right now and I don't know how to deal with the issues.

I went to the beach for Thanksgiving...on purpose...by myself...on purpose. I was really enjoying my solitude and was finally destressing significantly.

So a friend calls. She's worried about me being alone for the holiday. She's gonna drive down for the day on Saturday with her son, her ought-to-be-ex-husband and his two great danes. They're broke so they're not certain they're coming. Whatever.

Well, long story short, they came. They were literally broke (the restaurant declined the debit card so guess who paid for dinner). They stayed in my room (thankfully I had a two bedroom). That's right, three adults, a teenager, a chihuahua and TWO 160lb. great danes in a single room in an old hotel.

They ruined my last night at the beach. After dinner, she and the ought-to-be-ex didn't feel good so the walk around Broadway got cut short. Then the dipshit ought-to-be-ex decides he's got to open the bottle of wine I bought the friend last weekend as a thank you for watching my dog. There's no cork screw so he jams a knife into the cork until the bottle neck cracks. He cuts himself...did I mention the dipshit asshole is HIV positive and he CUT himself on the neck of the bottle? Then he downs 2/3 of the bottle in a water glass. This was not a cheap bottle of wine, nor was it intended to be chugged. It was a gift for my friend, not the asshole.

So i get frustrated and leave for fifteen or twenty minutes. When I get back, they're going to bed...it's EIGHT FUCKING THIRTY on a SATURDAY NIGHT for crying out fucking loud. And this was MY fucking vacation.

I packed everything I could and then stayed up and watched TV for a while before giving up and going to bed. Oh and the damn dogs decide to fight at one point, scaring the shit out of me and the chihuahua.

This morning, the dogs wake me, then the chihuahua keeps me up because he heard the damn danes. So I get up, get showered and dressed and load my car.

I make breakfast...fucking pancakes...for everyone and friend and dipshit leave me alone with son for 1/2 an hour while they supposedly go to get coffee. When I finally take my dog out to go to the bathroom, friend and dipshit are EATING at the hotel continental breakfast. Apparently the pancakes weren't good enough.

After I saw that, I gave them the key to the room, told them to leave it on the table in the room when they were done and I left.

I feel like a heel for being pissed, but the fact is, I am and I think I have a right to be angry. They imposed and then ruined my last night of vacation. Now friend wants to talk about going back to the beach for christmas. I won't be going with them if dipshit asshole and the dogs are going. I refuse to spend any more time with him and those beasts.