Facebook Friends

This is probably going to sound snobby, bitchy and rude....but when has that ever stopped me before, right?

I realize that sites like myspace and facebook are for connecting with friends, coworkers, family and reconnecting with people you haven't seen or talked to in a long time. And I appreciate that, I really do. I have two issues with this however....

Issue One: We were friends in high school, you request me as a friend to "reconnect" (so I think), I write you an email or wall message to say that it's good to hear from you....and then nothing. I get no response. Why did you request me as a friend if you in fact have no interest in connecting with me? Look, I super don't care if you care about me, but don't act as if you do by sending me a friend request. I have deleted about 6 people from my friends list on Facebook due to this. Don't bother, if you're not going to talk to me. It's really pointless.

Issue Two: I have gotten a few friend requests from people that I knew of but never actually had a conversation with in high school. Again, why are you requesting me as a friend? In this situation, I know for sure that you won't be writing me asking what I've been up to, because you didn't know what I was up to 10 years ago when we were in English together. I seriously don't get it. So, I deny these requests. Bitchy? Yes. Rude? Maybe. Practical? Definitely.

Look, if we haven't talked in 10 years, there's probably a reason. Let's go ahead and leave things the way they are. I'm happy with it.

Reason number one why I'm not sure I'll be attending my 10 year high school reunion this summer: See above.

Other people's misery makes me want to do cartwheels

Oh Jesus....maybe you are real. Maybe you decided to perform a real miracle just to prove to me that you are in fact the messiah.....

Doubtful, but I'm still happy nonetheless! I got a random email from Jim the married guy just a few short minutes ago. He asked me if I'd like to see his divorce papers. Before writing him back I checked the divorce announcements at The Olympian online....lo and behold. Ah, satisfaction.

See, the last time was saw each other was in July. After that rendezvous, we made plans to meet up again the next week. I never heard from him again (I know, story of my life, right?). I figured he had seriously pussed out and gone back to the psycho bitch. Not that I know she's a bitch, I mean my only view of her is what I had heard from Jim. And I'm sure he exaggerated in order to stay in my pants. The reason I thought this was two fold. One, he's a pussy. Two, he had his wedding ring on when he came over to my house that last night in July. I laughed when I saw it and asked him what the hell he was doing wearing it. He came up with some lame excuse about wearing it for a meeting with their lawyers to make himself look like a good guy. Retarded.

Anyway, I haven't heard from him since July. HE didn't call ME. And he has the balls to write me an email 8 months later???? I think he might actually be the biggest douche I've ever known.

So in conclusion, hurray for divorce and I hope she took him to the cleaners. Not that he really had much to take......

Afterthought.....I just realized that the truly awesome part of this, is that I have absolutely no interest in hooking back up with him. I can think of a million things I'd rather do that even see him. I feel pretty darn good about that!

Was I not clear enough when I said to shove your friendship up your ass???

I thought it was a pretty clear indication that I didn't want to be your fucking friend. You hurt me and didn't want to date me and I'm supposed to want to be friends with you? Oh, and it really upsets you that I don't want to be your buddy? I could not possibly care less that you are upset. In fact, I'm HAPPY that you're upset. Although, I suspect that you also couldn't care less if you're actually friends with me.

Oh, AND.... texting me on Valentine's Day.....the one day of the year designed to make me feel worthless for being single (which I didn't until you texted me) would definitely NOT be the ideal day to contact me and wonder why we can't be friends. You just seriously don't get it, do you?

I officially hate texting. You get to say what you want without actually having to be a man and face the people you're "communicating" with. Plus, you get to assign context to what you're saying that people inevitably take completely OUT of context and it confuses everything and everybody. It's a pussy form of technology and I want to boycott it.

The girls and I went to see He's Just Not that into You yesterday. In it, Drew Barrymore's character says that now we have to endure being rejected by 7 different technologies now and that it's exhausting. Could not be more true.

IF I were to ever consider being your friend, which I'm not, it would require you having balls. The balls to tell me the truth about what happened. And the balls to do more than text, Happy Valentine's Day Lisa.

Fuck you and the Army tank you rode in on.

I'm not sure how I feel about this....

So, a couple of posts ago I wrote about a fella I briefly dated. The "it's you, not me" guy (he also inspired The Difference Between a Dude and a Man).....The guy that wouldn't give me a decent reason as to why he didn't want to date me and only wanted to be my friend. ALL my friends said there was another girl. I honestly didn't think so. There was no evidence that was clear to me at all. But, they said that red flag was the fact that he never answered the phone when I called. I always had to leave a message and he called me back.

Well...I think they were right. Even though I told him to take his friendship and shove it up his ass (mainly because I REALLY liked him and it hurt me that he didn't return the feeling), I have been curious about him. His facebook and myspace profiles are both public (Believe me, I know I sound like a stalker, but I seriously get bored at work). There are pictures of him at some scenic mountain place nearby and there are pictures of a girl with him.

Again, I don't know how I feel about this. I wasn't totally shocked when I saw them, I have no right to be mad, we're not even friends at this point. But, it was disappointing. Granted, pictures of a female don't prove that they are fucking...but, you kind of have to assume.

It sucks to be rejected, and it sucks worse to be rejected for someone that isn't even very attractive. Ok, that's my bitterness coming out. That's not very nice, Lisa. Look, I've been single a long fucking time and this was the first (not married) guy IN A VERY LONG TIME that showed some promise. I got excited about him, I really liked him...and it didn't work.

I've determined one thing in my singledom....being single does not suck. In fact, being single is pretty cool. I answer to no one. I can leave dirty dishes in my sink as long as I please, do whatever the fuck I want when I want to. It's DATING that sucks serious elephant balls.

Boo!!!

I'm so fucking pissed right now!!!

My "friend" Waylon left the STATE. Without saying good bye to me!! He had been planning this for months and didn't know exactly when he was going to leave. But, what was planned is that we would get together and hang out one last time before he left.

Well, I just got a text from him stating that he owes me an apology. I said, for what? He said, for leaving without saying good bye. Who knows how long he's been gone.

Look, we're not best friends. We don't hang out all the time, in fact we rarely get together. But, I've always been there for him when he needed a shoulder to cry on because some bitch dumped him. But, if you call someone a friend...AND IF YOU MAKE PLANS TO HANG OUT BEFORE YOU MOVE...Then fucking call the person before you leave. How hard is it?

Am I a bad person?

I like to look at the announcements in the Olympian every week, engagements, births, divorces...etc.

Today I saw a name I recognized in divorces. I already knew they had split up, but to see it in print made me laugh. The guy is a total dick and the woman is a super biotch. So, I'm not a bad person for laughing at their misery, right????

Our new President

I'm so in love with Obama. I realize that our country has set VERY high expectations on him and have exalted him almost to the level of the next messiah. But, I do believe that he represents the one thing that this country used to be known for and has forgotten in recent decades. Change. The earliest settlers in this country, the ones who came here for religious freedom came here in search of change. We've fought wars for change. We've staged peaceful sit ins for change. We've voted for change. The fact that this is our first black president is both fortunate and unfortunate. Fortunate for obvious reasons that I shouldn't have to even begin to list. But, also unfortunate because of the fact that it is a big deal. It shouldn't be. Race should not be a factor. Race is insignificant in whether a person is equal to the next. But it is...in this case. Now, maybe in the future, our next black president will not be seen as significant because he is black but because of the political promises he makes and keeps. This will happen again when we see our first woman president, our first latino president, our first asian president...etc. But nothing will compare to the moment that our country shared today. The moment that our country finally said, "Ok, now is the time to change after years of stagnancy. Finally. Finally."

And for me personally, raised in a generation of people who loathe our government and it's processes, a generation of people who are anything but patriotic, a generation of people who will do anything but work or take responsibility for our actions, we've been given a proverbial slap in the face. And, finally, I am proud to be an American.