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Life SHOULD NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well- preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, chocolate in one hand, wine in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally WORN out and screaming "WOO HOO - WHAT A RIDE!!!"

Tuesday, February 09, 2010

So about a month or two ago, Sydney was walking through the neighborhood and witnessed a little dog being dumped on the side of the road. The people dumping it were in a truck and looked like they were in the process of moving - pickup truck full of house things. They simply slowed down (at least they did that) and dropped her onto the side of the road, then went on their way. Throw away doggie. She ran into the alley and hid inside a broken down couch. Syd found her, and brought her home. Of course. We threatened to take her to the pound, cause we already had 4 dogs. But she behaved, and we never got around to it. So Twiggy is still here. She is the ugliest dog we have ever had. But it turns out she is very young and very smart. So she is coming when we move.

About a month ago got a Facebook friend request from Larisa D. She was 2 years older than me in high school, worked alongside me in the music dept., although I don't know why, she had no talent whatsoever. She basically was adopted by a wealthy "I am Somebody in the Adventist Church" family, a doctor and his wife, had a learning disability but was given preferencial treatment by all the teachers because of who her dad was, so "passed" every class. She also was popular because of her dad and money status. She was a bitch to me. Not a smart one, but non-the-less a bitch, in private and around all the popular kids. Whatever. So she tries to friend me. Do you even remember high school or is your memory affected by your disability too? You wouldn't give me the time of day in high school, why are you friending me 20 years later. So I ignored the first request. Then she kept being persistent and asked again today. So I wrote her a message saying basically,
" Hope life is good for you and all, but no offense - we weren't friends in high school, you barely tolerated me, and were kinda mean. Why would we be friends now?
She wrote back and said I was immature. No other response from me. I just want her to leave me the fuck alone.

I'm not as nice as Jill Lewis.

Have a great life Larisa. But we will never be friends.
Peace out.
Thoughts of Fallen Angel at 12:35 PM

2 Comments:

Anonymous said...

omg same shit happens to me often... I am a little more visious than you tho...

2/09/2010 8:40 PM
Anonymous said...

lol. yeah, so you get to miss out on all the updates....neato.
and calling you immature??
verrrrry grown up.
-nic

2/10/2010 9:32 PM

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