Friday, September 24, 2010

Where's the time gone

So, truth be told (in case you haven't already noticed), we apparently suck at maintaining this blog. I suck less, though...I have a far better average, even though it's still abysmal. (I don't even know if anyone reads this anymore, after the initial drama-fest)

My thoughts drifted to perhaps populating this once-special testament to the rage BigBoy and I had towards idiots, and sometimes life in general, as I've been packing up my crap in preparation for a move as of late, and I've been sorting through the detritus of my life in order to "lighten the load". I've come across various interesting bits and bobs of a by-gone period in my life, which was populated by utter nonsense and ridiculousness, and it's put me in a rather melancholic state of mind. I'm not necessarily "sad" that I've lost things and people that meant a great deal, but more, I'm disappointed that I put so much importance on those things, and lost a great deal of time feeding that beast, wasting my life.

I came across a little note that I received from someone who was a part of that period in my life, someone who we (my dude and myself...come to think of it, BigBoy as well) thought were good friends, and it got me wondering about them...so, me being my usual
shadenfreude-indulgent self, did some facebook-creeping. (Yes, I have stalker tendencies...so sue me. No wait...don't...I'm unemployed...blood from a stone kinda deal, eh?) I recall making a post that was somewhat vicious, aimed in their general direction, and after much contemplation, that particular sentiment has waned...but has only now been replaced with pity, really, especially now that a variety of things have come to light. (Yes, I CAN feel pity. Remorse, not so much. I haven't been labelled a vindictive bitch for nothing, ya know?) Anyway, while trolling this person's account, I came across a quote they had posted, which may or may not have been directed at myself, or anyone else involved in a particularly epic falling-out of our group, splitting us quite neatly into 2 camps (yes, this does have to do with a certain Senior of the crazy-pants variety)...I'm just assuming. This quote went something along the lines of "the best revenge is to forget an insult"...I'm sure anyone reading this, who knows the situation, will realize immediately to whom I'm referring. No bother...I'm not saying anything insulting, just truth.

Anyway, this got my hamsters a-workin', and to be frank, I do somewhat agree with that sentiment, and thought I should apply it as well. I mean, forgetting is what helps you move on, right? Once forgotten, you can begin to forgive, is how I'm assuming the logic follows. Or something. So, I'm going to write my list of things to forget, with the hope that if I can't at least make this a clean break, it will at least demonstrate why this whole thing has filled me with so much dirty, dirty rage and hurt :P

I may not forgive, but I will forget:

...that I was always made to feel like a second-class citizen by people who I thought were very close friends, through actions, and words spoken to others that they thought I would never hear about. (Yeah, things have a way of getting back to people in this back-asswards city, especially when you're in the same "scene"...I heard what you said there)

...that I was expected to keep things from other friends, like "oh, she's so YOUNG and immature. I don't really like her anyway", so you could keep strict delineations between people, in the case that the inevitable blow-out would happen, and you could always have someone on your side about the other party, and seem in the right. (I also know that I was on the end of one of those tirades as well...see above about
I hear what you're sayin there)

...that my "being a good friend", and giving you constructive advice to help you change the things in your life you complained about
incessantly would come back to bite me in the ass, in the form of "she's always trying to tell me what to do...she thinks she's so much better than me."

...that I was pegged as doing things out of "jealousy", and my motives were constantly questioned, despite glaring evidence to the contrary.

...that I was always expected to lie, outright, for both parties, to their significant others, on a variety of things, ranging from little white lies, to great-big, earth-shattering cover-ups.

...that I have still not revealed these things to a single soul, yet my deepest, darkest trusts have been exposed for all to see, and to be judged on, out of sheer ignorance and malice.

...that I was the only dependable person who could be called, when one of you got far too coked-out at work, to even manage to get home safely, instead of calling your significant other and explaining what you did, and risking the blow-out. I will also forget that I was then expected to lie, straight to their face about it, while you sketched out on my couch, not speaking, and subsequently having to deal with the barrage of questions.

...that my worth as a friend, and person, was allowed to be called into question by someone who is clearly a) unstable; b) wanting to split up a relationship for his own benefit; c)an outright, proven-to-be, malicious liar who has never been made to suffer the consequences of his own actions. (And don't even tell me he has, because to be frank, everything that's happened to him over the last 2 years has been COMPLETELY his own doing, which he has since shrugged off, and blamed others for)

...that I and my significant other have been made to suffer the consequences of this person's actions, along with a slew of other people who were incredibly undeserving of it, who have also now been judged and labelled.

...that we are expected to keep the fact that neither of you can be honest enough to say you've lied to each other about how you feel about each other, and that you've got others you're lusting after.

...that I was held to judgement for malicious things I said about someone, after hearing nothing but how horribly they treated your significant other, without knowing that your heart actually belonged to them.

...that being my friend was never good enough, and you both were constantly searching for something better to do, someone better to hang out with, or some more scene-cred-increasing event to be seen at, at least when copious amounts of drugs were not involved.

...that the fact that I play video games, can build my own computer, and don't get off on inane "girly stuff" made me some sort of outcast that was fair game for the shit-talkers, usually spear-headed by one particular person.

...that you ruined my 30th birthday, god-damn it, with your childish attitude and panties in a twist, because we didn't do what YOU wanted to, and go to some stupid club to see some stupid dj that I, ME, the BIRTHDAY GIRL, didn't have time to see because of a work conference, and because, for fuck's sake, I didn't WANT TO, which everyone around then had to suffer your wrath for, with attitude, poutiness and underhanded comments.

...that I was judged as malicious after a rather ill-thought-out blog post written out of hurt and anger, after all of these items.

Wow...ok, so getting through this list might take some time. Jinkies. Ah well...at least now I have an itemized list to work from :)

So kids, writing down a list of things to forget might be completely counter-intuitive, but hot-damn, I feel a million pounds lighter! I was apparently in need of a cathartic experience. So thank you, people who's names I've now forgotten, for giving me the inspiration to forget ....uh...what was I talking about?..

Thursday, May 6, 2010

30 for 30 (and why psychos gravitate towards other psychos)

Ah yes, the dreaded list of 30 Things to accomplish in my 30th year of life. I suppose I should have started compiling this some time ago, but now's as good a time as any, right? RIGHT?!

I mean, to be honest, I still haven't been able to populate this list with really worthy items, or accomplishments that I would be proud of, or look back on and do that weezing, crying laugh that only happens when shit's too funny for just a chuckle. I debated 'enlisting' in soccer camp, get back on the horse that I thought I had shot once I finished high school, but looking back on the last 10 years that I've wasted, and the horrors I've inflicted upon my body, with smokes, drugs, penises, booze and Doritos (did I mention penises?)...thaaat'll be more of a monumental task then a worthy goal. (...yes I had soccer-player's thighs-o-steel thanks to my 7 years of playing defense and goal).



I've also accomplished a couple of things that I hesitated putting on this list, for fear that they would seem shallow: I've since gotten engaged (despite my vitriole-filled spew-fest a couple of posts back), which, I'm happy as a pig in shit about, tyvm; I've also managed to lose a small-baby's worth of weight in the last year, which I'm pretty freakin stoked about, too. (Yeah! Take THAT fat-baby!! Uhn! *does a bit of chair-dancing*)

But, while we're on the topic of shallow, I found the following linky-gem while surfing the tubes today, which has prompted me to post (after the jump).

It sort of goes along with the complete PSYCHOTIC PEOPLE post that BigBoy pleasured us with *inappropriate moan* the last time...(did anyone else completely spew chunks in their mouths after reading that?! Like, not just threw up like, a little bit...but actually...oh, never mind...) Having known the Un-named Monkey Man (who will be affectionately referred to as Senior CrazyPants henceforth), I actually have the ultimate pleasure of picturing this mental-monstrosity while he is engaged in this acts of Bi-polar, drug-fuelled psychosis, giving me an all-too-unwanted image that I never had before. Can you say "THINGS YOU CAN'T UN-SEE!!"?? It's given me pause to wonder "who the fuck stays friends with a retard like that!?" Well, we know. At least I do. Maybe BigBoy, but you can never be sure with that one...she's a bit of a "loose canon", if you know-what-I-mean.

Anyway, while trolling the InnerNette, as I am prone to do while deep in my boredom, and reading the loads of absolute bullshit about weddings, and the WIC (Wedding Industrial Complex, for those in the know...yeah, I'm one of THOSE brides-to-be), I found this.


It combines all 3 elements I've been flapping my lips aimlessly about this entire post: Found it on a women's "wedding advice site", where there's loads of garbage about how to loose 100 lbs. in 2 weeks for your wedding, and so forth; it fits rather nicely into my droning on about 30 things to do at 30, AND, andandand, my fave, answers the age-old question of "who the fuck stays friends with Senior CrazyPants after his second, VERY public, VERY messy, VERY OBVIOUSLY PSYCHO "breakup" with a girl that was WAYYYY too good for him." (I'm beginning to think he ONLY does that to girls that are WAY too good for him...I think he does it in an attempt to tarnish their awesomeness...but he only reinforces it, in the long run. Yeah...sloppy kisses to both of you ladies. You're amazing, and now ROCK solid after dealing with that). Reading this link, I think most people will laugh until they piss themselves, as they begin to form a mental image of what kind of person this refers to, and why someone like that would gravitate to someone like SCP.

The jump I promised...




And, quite honestly, if you're offended...bite my now-skinny ass. (Or we could talk about it, and why I'm so bitter and filled with rage...over a beer or something. Maybe some crudites and dip. Ooh! Some onion rings, even...)

Anyway, enjoy lovelies.

30 Things Every Woman Should Quit Doing by 30

Monday, April 26, 2010

The drug-ravaged monkey man strikes again!

When Skippy and I decided to create this blog, I had 1 thing on my mind: venting. After having my world turned on its head by a drug-ravaged monkey-man, I needed to release some frustrations, and this seemed like the perfect vessel through which to spew these anger fueled rants. That being said, after I let em rip like a fart you've been holding in for hours (sweet sweet relief), I had no hate and no hilarious rage left inside of me...I felt like the blog had served its purpose and was satisfied knowing that all that was now going to be a part of my past.

Time went on and I returned to school, did some traveling, drowned in work, and spent time rekindling a relationship with an ex. Then suddenly, without warning, I'm dragged back into monkey man's world. Fucking great. That fucking stupid, sociopathic son of a bitch did it again...to another girl, almost a year to the DATE. The poor girl contacted me, hoping to find out she wasn't alone, that he had done this to AT LEAST 1 other girlfriend, and that she wasn't crazy. I explained to her what he did to me, and everything started to make sense. This is the story of his latest slew of psychopathic behaviors for your reading pleasure.

1. While they were going out, he installed spyware on her phone that he jailbroke and maintained for her. This spyware transmitted her text messages, her emails, her contacts and other personal information to his phone and/or computer. He then confronted her about things in her past and conversations she was having (that were a) none of his business and b) nothing for him to be concerned about) that he wouldn't have otherwise known about had he not tapped her phone and/or computer. She thought it odd that he knew these things, but he never fessed up and she dropped the subject, assuming she was the paranoid one. When her phone started doing odd things like frequently hard booting, and she was receiving odd messages about data being successfully sent when she was sending none, she decided to get a friend to check it out. Spyware was found and she reported it to the police. Had I had proof of what he was doing to me (he was hacking into my email, facebook and other online accounts and obtaining personal information), I would have reported him too.

2. The verbal abuse. Oh man, the verbal abuse. This guy has a tongue as sharp as a whip. He can bring a girl to her knees in tears with just a few cruel words. How many times I (and she) was called a slut, whore, annoying, bitch, etc etc...I don't even know anymore, and why either of us put up with it for so long is a total mystery. One thing is for certain though...if I see him out with another girl, I'll know exactly what to say to her to trigger alarm bells when he turns on her for the first time (and goodness knows it'll happen, he can't help himself).

3. When everything went to shit with us, he proclaimed to the world that he quit doing drugs, that he quit smoking cigarettes, and that he was a straight shooter from now on. HAHAHAHAHA!! That lasted a few hours, (according to his new ex) before he found himself nostril high in cheap cocaine, ecstacy, and tobacco once again. Once a pathetic addict, always a pathetic addict. I pity people like him that do drugs every single weekend, and sit around high as fuck, blinking wildly and sweating profusely while talking about all their other friends behind their backs. I wonder what it's like to talk shit about everyone you know, I mean, what kind of life is that? No wonder he's so paranoid he has to bug other people's electronics, because when you're that massive a sociopath, you assume that everyone is just like you.

4. HPV. He never told me he had it. He told his new ex that he caught it from an ex he had years before him and I ever even met, so naturally you'd think he would have told me, I mean, we were having unprotected sex (shame on me, yes), but oooohhh no, he couldn't admit to having it when he was so busy accusing everyone else of having it (and not telling him). That's right, he wrongly accused me and a couple friends of mine of having it, when it was him all along!! Thank GOD I got vaccinated, that's all I have to say, the peace of mind I have right now was well worth the $400 series of shots. The psychopathic things that insecurities can make you do, eh? That certainly explains why he was never able to get it up when it counted. He always claimed he was too "in his own head" to get hard, that he had "too much on his mind". Well, naturally you'd have a lot on your mind when you're a pathological liar and have to keep track of every lie you tell so you never talk yourself into a corner and get found out.

5. The paranoid accusations of cheating. Yep, once again, he accused someone of cheating on him when they never did. Surprise surprise his coke induced paranoid thoughts make yet another appearance! For the second relationship in a row, he stops talking to his SO for several weeks because of a fight (about his drug habit no less!), and when the SO takes it as a sign the relationship is over and decides to move on with her life (much like I had), he starts harassing everyone she knows: accusatory emails to her work, her parents, her exes, emails and threats to her friends...anyone from her life that he can get a hold of and spew his lies and vindictive words to, he does. FOR FUCK SAKES, HE'S 38 YEARS OLD, yet he lashes out at everyone like a small child who's just been told they can't have any ice cream. In an angry text message to her, he actually wrote "Die bitch die"...which stirrs up a memory of a line in one of his emails to me when we "broke up" that went something like "at least we ended before there was murder involved". HE'S FUCKING PSYCHO!!! I seriously don't understand the messed up, narcissistic mind this psychopath works with on a daily basis...signals are misfiring and the holes he's burned in his brain from years of drug abuse are taking their toll on his personality....twisting it beyond recognition, until he's just a gnarled, deformed, twitchy shell of his former self. He's completely deranged.

6. Creepy late night visits to her house after the email blasts. She drives home to find him standing across the street from her house, waiting for her to come home. Stalker much?! He frightened her to the point that she had to call the police! After the confrontation with the police, he sends her friends texts claiming that the police are laughing at her. WHY IS HE SO INSANE?!?! It's UNREAL the amount of creepy juice this guy oozes. Not a day goes by that I don't regret having wasted 2 years on him. Thank goodness we're both out from under his controlling, manipulative thumb, because I know that if I had stayed and put up with his insanity, I'd be in the fucking mad house by now, convinced by him that I am the crazy one, and so would she be.

There's so much more, but that will be for post #2 of my triumphant, and slightly frustrating return to this blog.