Saturday, April 09, 2005
The Following Is An Angry Venting Entry
I'm extremely disappointed right now.
We're supposed to be having a barbeque at my house tonight and my friends are pissing me off.
Oh, they're still coming. They're late, but that was expected since Fernando is the one driving everyone. He's always late. He said he's be here around 7:00 - 7:30 PM... no late than 8:00. However, it's 9:44 now. But that was expected.
The shit that royally fucking pisses me off is the following. I hadn't heard from them since 7:45, which was when Fernando called to say he was on his way. So I called them 10 minutes ago. First Cindy... no answer. Then Tommy. No Answer.
I wait 5 minutes and I call Cindy's phone again and she picks up saying, "We'll be there in 10 minutes, wait for us in front of the supermarket."
I replied, "The Supermarket?"
Then she realized I wasn't Armando and froze up for a second and says... "Oh, Oh, this is David. Uhh... uhh...we're on our way."
I was so pissed. They had been hanging up on me because they hadn't wanted to tell me that they hadn't even left Queens yet. I expected as much from Fern. I expected as much from Tommy. But for someone who bitches so much about Fernando and his inability to tell the truth or call someone... I certainly did not expect that shit from Cindy.
She didn't even tell me the whole truth after she got caught. Everything she gave me as an explanation sounded like the kinda crap the authorities give the media when they are lying. She told me there had been a "miscommunication." That Armando had been left behind and they had to go back and get him. How do you just leave someone behind. No. They waited for him. They waited because he had called me a little bit before 8:00 PM telling me to get in touch with Fern because he needed to go to do something and he wanted them to wait for him.
Right. Left Behind. Miscommunication. Apparetnly there was. But not with Mando. With me. Not miscommunication, but non-communication.
Also, it pisses me off because I wanted them here before my parents get home, so they couldn't bitch about all these people being over and what not. Now they are going to walk in with a 24-case of Coronas, and I'm going to hear it later about how we're "all a bunch drunks".
Not even that, but the laws in my town here don't allow barbequing past a certain hour, because of the the stupid people who live here. They complain about everything. So this means, we may not even get to cook, with them getting here after 10:30 and all.
Maybe it bothered me so much because she had bullshitted me on thursday and said she didn't feel well and that's why she wasn't coming to The Patriot. Then she had gone on to claim she had called me. Maybe she did, but then she should have left a message saying she wasn't coming. Especially since the reason she wasn't feeling well was because she had gotten drunk with Tommy. She thought I hadn't known though.
Fuck it. I'm pissed. I'm venting. And I rather vent onto this journal before they get here so I don't vent in their faces. It's not that serious, but it irks the shit out of me to see someone do something that they supposedly hate so much from someone else.
I'll be fine by when they get here. I'm done now.
Doc out.
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We're supposed to be having a barbeque at my house tonight and my friends are pissing me off.
Oh, they're still coming. They're late, but that was expected since Fernando is the one driving everyone. He's always late. He said he's be here around 7:00 - 7:30 PM... no late than 8:00. However, it's 9:44 now. But that was expected.
The shit that royally fucking pisses me off is the following. I hadn't heard from them since 7:45, which was when Fernando called to say he was on his way. So I called them 10 minutes ago. First Cindy... no answer. Then Tommy. No Answer.
I wait 5 minutes and I call Cindy's phone again and she picks up saying, "We'll be there in 10 minutes, wait for us in front of the supermarket."
I replied, "The Supermarket?"
Then she realized I wasn't Armando and froze up for a second and says... "Oh, Oh, this is David. Uhh... uhh...we're on our way."
I was so pissed. They had been hanging up on me because they hadn't wanted to tell me that they hadn't even left Queens yet. I expected as much from Fern. I expected as much from Tommy. But for someone who bitches so much about Fernando and his inability to tell the truth or call someone... I certainly did not expect that shit from Cindy.
She didn't even tell me the whole truth after she got caught. Everything she gave me as an explanation sounded like the kinda crap the authorities give the media when they are lying. She told me there had been a "miscommunication." That Armando had been left behind and they had to go back and get him. How do you just leave someone behind. No. They waited for him. They waited because he had called me a little bit before 8:00 PM telling me to get in touch with Fern because he needed to go to do something and he wanted them to wait for him.
Right. Left Behind. Miscommunication. Apparetnly there was. But not with Mando. With me. Not miscommunication, but non-communication.
Also, it pisses me off because I wanted them here before my parents get home, so they couldn't bitch about all these people being over and what not. Now they are going to walk in with a 24-case of Coronas, and I'm going to hear it later about how we're "all a bunch drunks".
Not even that, but the laws in my town here don't allow barbequing past a certain hour, because of the the stupid people who live here. They complain about everything. So this means, we may not even get to cook, with them getting here after 10:30 and all.
Maybe it bothered me so much because she had bullshitted me on thursday and said she didn't feel well and that's why she wasn't coming to The Patriot. Then she had gone on to claim she had called me. Maybe she did, but then she should have left a message saying she wasn't coming. Especially since the reason she wasn't feeling well was because she had gotten drunk with Tommy. She thought I hadn't known though.
Fuck it. I'm pissed. I'm venting. And I rather vent onto this journal before they get here so I don't vent in their faces. It's not that serious, but it irks the shit out of me to see someone do something that they supposedly hate so much from someone else.
I'll be fine by when they get here. I'm done now.
Doc out.
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