06/26/00 THE WEEKEND UPDATE...
"...I've been your fool before...and I probably will again..."
So Friday night totally rocked. I made my fabulous honey/chipotle/adobo hot wings and yes, I fried the mothers before baking. Next time I will lightly dust them with flour first. I think I will then have perfected the art of wing-making. Then I made real french fries and yes, I fried those puppies, too. I also had a little chips and salsa and a couple of Corona Lights. It was like a big fried food grease orgy. I think my arteries are now about 87% clogged, and I don't care. It was lovely. Megan went out to the girly bar but I stayed behind and stuffed my face. I think I had a better time than she did.
Saturday she was meeting her parents at the city market in the morning. She invited me to join them. Then starts bitching at me when my "slowness" makes her "late." (She wasn't "late--" she told her mom we'd leave in an hour, and we did. It's just that the bitch woman tends to get places a lot quicker than she predicts and expects everyone else to follow suit. Fuck her.) So Megan was bitching at me the whole way there and I'm thinking, now I know why people jump from moving cars. TO ESCAPE THE ASSHOLE DRIVER WHO WON'T SHUT THE HELL UP. I actually demanded that she just take me home, but she was late, so she wouldn't. So we get there and her mom doesn't say a word about us being late, which negates her pissing me off entirely and makes her feel like a dipshit. So to make up for it she buys me a sandwich.
Whatever.
Later we're talking about my financial woes and I tell her I'm looking into a cash loan from the school. Her suggestion was that I borrow the money from her so I won't have to pay interest. Yeah, whatever. Try the interest that you'll collect by riding my ass until I give you every red cent back. And I tell her that, and she says, "no, I won't" and says she'll be happy to lend me the money to prevent me from bouncing checks next month and will just tack it on to what I already owe her.
And this is the girl I supported for 2 years. Fucking bitch. Sometimes her way of seeing things really makes me want to puke.
But, she said, "when you were supporting me, we were dating. We're not now, so why should I support you?"
Because YOU OWE ME, dammit. And I fully intend to get a good return on my investment.
My advice on affairs of the heart? Never, EVER let money get involved in your love life. Don't loan your b/f or g/f or whatever money. And don't borrow any from them. IT AIN'T WORTH IT. If you're involved with someone, maintain your separate bank accounts. Because if one person carries the other, even for a tiny little period of time, it's going to create an avalanche. (Did I spell that correctly? Not much use for that word in the midwest.)
So I noticed Saturday or Sunday morning that Zak honks at J&P's house whenever he drives by. He doesn't honk at me. And I was starting to feel very pissy about the fact that it's been forever since he's showed up at the door and asked if I wanted to go with him to walk the beasts.
Then last night, 6'o'clock on the dot, I'm making dinner and Megan's getting ready to leave for a K-Mart shoe shopping experience, and there's a knock on the door.
He actually came to get me. Oh, my, God.
So Megan went to K-Ma-part and me and Zak took the herd across the street. He was asking me about Florida and he says, "so are you going with your wife? or your husband? or whatever?" I gave him a "don't fuck with me" look and said Megan and I were going together, yes...then I later noted "and she is NOT my husband." He was, needless to say, rather amused with himself. I did notice that on this particular trek, he actually walked with me instead of in front of or behind me.
Is he falling for the bait?
Is there even any bait out there?
Best case scenario--we develop a friendship and have occasional hot sweaty breeder sex, but no one falls in love with anyone, and no one really has to know about it, and Megan and I remain friends but realize that as a couple we just don't work, and we all live happily ever after.
And then the wicked queen dies a horrible but timely death, and the prince and the scullery maid ride off into the sunset and live happily ever after. Ugh.
I have, however, decided to play this right to the hilt. Because I can. And because I'm evil and must be destroyed.
I hate deejays who think they're so cute and funny that they have to prove it by talking and making stupid ass jokes halfway into the damn song. Just a thought.
I saw this pack of dogs hanging out on the UMKC campus on my way back from lunch. There's always some group of strays that lives on campus, but I've never seen these three. Two were napping under a tree while the third kept watch next to them. My first thought was "poor dogs" until I realized, these dogs have a pack, they have family, they're happy, and if the rest of the world would leave them the fuck alone, they'd be on cloud nine all the way. I kind of envied those dogs. And I made a wish for them to never be harassed by dog catchers or evil people or cars or anything else threatening. More power to ya, dogs.
By the way, always wear protective gear when chopping peppers. Last night I made my famous cheddar-jalapeno mashed potatoes and didn't wear gloves. I was up until 1:30 this morning shooting flames out my fingers. It's now 1:10 pm and the pads of my fingers are still sore. I chewed off a nail earlier and it made my mouth burn. Now those were some serious fucking peppers. The moral of the story--always find someone else to chop.
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