What a fantastic way to start the day, wouldn't you say?
I don't usually look out the window when I wake up, but I saw it was pretty dark for 11 AM.
I like seeing dark clouds on cloudy mornings (ok, so I like clouds), so I walked over to the window in my sister's room and that was the first thing I saw.
So I rushed to the kitchen to get a better look.
You can't see it in the picture, but from the kitchen, you could even see the flames gushing out of the Monte Carlo.
Yeah, the news had a better view of the blaze, but I'm cool being that far away from a fire.
This brings me back to some time around... 1994, when they were still building The Stratosphere. Mom, siblings, and I were in Mexico, but Dad stayed here... and sometime between June and August, the scaffolding on the Stratosphere caught on fire.
From what I hear, it was one of the creepiest things ever.
Since we lived about two blocks away from the damn thing, I'm sure everyone in our neighborhood was wetting their pants.
My siblings once again miss out on witnessing a casino fire... but not I.
I finally saw one.
Yey... hooray... what a life.
***
Yesterday, when I called Obnoxious Guy to make sure he was going to show up to kickboxing, our conversation went a little like this:
OG: Oh... we were actually going to go kickboxing??
Me: ... yeah. ?!?!
OG: Well... you called at the last second... so I'm not going.
Me: ??!??! Huh? I thought it was agreed we'd just meet at the gym. I didn't know I was supposed to confirm and all that shit days in advance.
OG: Why don't we just go to the movies on Saturday?
Me: (internally) Goddamn! Stop it!!! (spoken) Well... I have to (internally) think fast! (spoken) Take my dad to the optometrist... go to yoga... then church...
OG: Late at night?
Me: (internally) Fuck you, cocksucker... I am NOT about to go to the movies late at night with you. (spoken) Well, until 8... but I don't want to watch any movies that are out. What... are you gonna go watch Cloverfiled?
OG: No.
Me: Well, too bad... that's the only movie I want to watch that's out right now. (LIE!!)
OG: You wanna watch Cloverfiled, we'll watch Cloverfield.
Me: I'll see what I can do... I'll call you tomorrow to "confirm" if I'm going.
Am I calling? Hell no. The most he'll get is a text saying "dude, I can't."
Then I'll pray to God he never contacts me again... and if he does, it'll be simple as me not answering or writing back.
Fuck that.
He took annoying to a whole new level.
P.S. To anyone who thinks I'm treating him badly: I don't give a shit. You're not in my position. I'm sure you're probably more patient than I am... but when I don't like someone, I just don't fucking like someone. The spark is either there, or it is not. In my case, it most definitely is not... and it repulses me that a guy I once saw as a cousin/close relative is now trying to go after me in that sense. When I see a guy doesn't desist, I just grow to hate and abhor the guy... I don't give a shit how "good" of a person he may be in other senses.
So, suck it, if you think I'm being too harsh on the guy. Take him, if you want him so badly.
(reason behind this shpeel? Yesterday someone criticized me for the way I treated Obnoxious Guy... and it really, really irritated me).
I don't usually look out the window when I wake up, but I saw it was pretty dark for 11 AM.
I like seeing dark clouds on cloudy mornings (ok, so I like clouds), so I walked over to the window in my sister's room and that was the first thing I saw.
Holy cow! The Strip's on fire!
So I rushed to the kitchen to get a better look.
You can't see it in the picture, but from the kitchen, you could even see the flames gushing out of the Monte Carlo.
Yeah, the news had a better view of the blaze, but I'm cool being that far away from a fire.
This brings me back to some time around... 1994, when they were still building The Stratosphere. Mom, siblings, and I were in Mexico, but Dad stayed here... and sometime between June and August, the scaffolding on the Stratosphere caught on fire.
From what I hear, it was one of the creepiest things ever.
Since we lived about two blocks away from the damn thing, I'm sure everyone in our neighborhood was wetting their pants.
My siblings once again miss out on witnessing a casino fire... but not I.
I finally saw one.
Yey... hooray... what a life.
***
Yesterday, when I called Obnoxious Guy to make sure he was going to show up to kickboxing, our conversation went a little like this:
OG: Oh... we were actually going to go kickboxing??
Me: ... yeah. ?!?!
OG: Well... you called at the last second... so I'm not going.
Me: ??!??! Huh? I thought it was agreed we'd just meet at the gym. I didn't know I was supposed to confirm and all that shit days in advance.
OG: Why don't we just go to the movies on Saturday?
Me: (internally) Goddamn! Stop it!!! (spoken) Well... I have to (internally) think fast! (spoken) Take my dad to the optometrist... go to yoga... then church...
OG: Late at night?
Me: (internally) Fuck you, cocksucker... I am NOT about to go to the movies late at night with you. (spoken) Well, until 8... but I don't want to watch any movies that are out. What... are you gonna go watch Cloverfiled?
OG: No.
Me: Well, too bad... that's the only movie I want to watch that's out right now. (LIE!!)
OG: You wanna watch Cloverfiled, we'll watch Cloverfield.
Me: I'll see what I can do... I'll call you tomorrow to "confirm" if I'm going.
Am I calling? Hell no. The most he'll get is a text saying "dude, I can't."
Then I'll pray to God he never contacts me again... and if he does, it'll be simple as me not answering or writing back.
Fuck that.
He took annoying to a whole new level.
P.S. To anyone who thinks I'm treating him badly: I don't give a shit. You're not in my position. I'm sure you're probably more patient than I am... but when I don't like someone, I just don't fucking like someone. The spark is either there, or it is not. In my case, it most definitely is not... and it repulses me that a guy I once saw as a cousin/close relative is now trying to go after me in that sense. When I see a guy doesn't desist, I just grow to hate and abhor the guy... I don't give a shit how "good" of a person he may be in other senses.
So, suck it, if you think I'm being too harsh on the guy. Take him, if you want him so badly.
(reason behind this shpeel? Yesterday someone criticized me for the way I treated Obnoxious Guy... and it really, really irritated me).
3 comments:
It's funny how someone thinks that their criticism is somehow exempt from the rules that they've accused you of/placed on you through their criticism.
I like clouds also.
I was at work and people kept texting me about Monte Carlo. So sad. :[
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