Cat Scratch Fever

Don’t you just love bitchy e-mails? Well, I do. And nothing tickled me pinker than receiving two of them this morning. It’s true... I got, not one, but two e-mails “reading” my ass because “you deserve to have someone rant back at you for once”. LOL. Pompous statements like that get you mentioned in my blog. It's official perras... you have arrived.

Well, my last blog entry created quite a stir. Those two e-mails I read this morning are from “friends” who are/were so upset over Friday’s posting. Hilarious. That entry wasn’t even about those two people. But when you jump to conclusions, it just makes you look like an ass. Or worse, guilty. Especially when you have to explain yourself in detail as to why you didn’t/couldn’t/wouldn’t hang out in the past – in which I have heard it all once before.

Both e-mails seemed like poor attempts to point the finger at me. And for what you may ask? Well... let me compile a list for you:

01. Fucking over Tim
02. Flaking
03. Bashing San Diego
04. Flaunting my “new relationship”
05. Never being in town
06. Being an asshole
07. Never planning anything with them
08. Only way to hang out with me is to go to LA or SF
09. Being a total bitch
10. Being unpleasant to be around
11. Having no right to bitch about them in my blog
12. Not trying to contact one of the individual’s siblings to hang out

I feel like its homecoming all over again! But just like in high school, I’m still a big dweeb. *cheesy smile*

You know, if I wanted to get technical, I can easily access the sent (to them) and replied (from me) e-mails which showed my sincere interest in getting together with them at some point. And it’s not just one or two e-mails, but numerous ones from August 2005 to January 2006. I have a pretty good track record of keeping to my social appointments... maybe like a 97.3% non flakey rate. But I’m sure by me just typing that, I will get another e-mail from some “friend” informing me that I had flaked out on them in the past. Bring it on then. I may be one hell of a procrastinator, but at least my skanky ass shows up.

I do like the fact that I got to see the true colors of these people. I don’t want that kind of negative toxic energy around me. I can honestly say that I am the happiest I have been in years, so with this being brought to my attention now it only helps me achieve my goal of being happy. Those two “friends” can stay in their little close minded, gossipy, afraid to be alone, catty, opinionated, hypocritical, Southern Californian lives. I’m most positive that their lives will not be affected if I am not a part of it. And as an added bonus, they won’t be seeing me around “their” town soon anyway. Let me say this once more for those who keep forgetting so you can burn it into your head: I am moving to Los Angeles by the end of the year. I hope I don’t need to repeat myself again.

Note to “friends”: Please never apologize for wanting to stay home with your significant other. More power to you, but if you decide to change your plans last minute, at least tell the event organizer you are not going to be joining them. That will earn you more brownie points than mysteriously forgetting that you had made plans with them in the first place.

Another note to “friends”: Please do not use the word “sometimes” if it doesn’t hold true. For example, if you say “I sometimes get fucked”, but you are getting pounded at least once a day, then you can’t use the word “sometimes”. Use a more appropriate word or be up front about it, it’s better to fess up than look like a tool because you are trying to sound/be angelic – when we know you ain’t.

Yet another note to “friends”: Please do not make it a point to constantly remind everyone that you are in a relationship. Ok, you have a girlfriend, boyfriend, partner, whatever – we got it the first two hundred times.

Fuck, Miss Sims had it right when she said “no more bullshit in 2006” – that girl is full of wisdom.

Alright, that’s enough of me trying being a complete cunt. It’s time to eat a Whopper – with cheese no onion, of course.