Friday, December 19, 2008

again with myspace

so the x reads a blog survey i posted and puts 2&2 together and figures out that i've been with the dude longer that he's been made aware of. which we all know is true, but not the point. so what does he do? he goes running to the dude, like a little fucking girl - questioning him. how long have you been together? what's really going on between you and for how long & all this crap. so dude call me - tears me a new asshole because he's told me time and time again that he doesn't want to have anything to do with my space and how many times does he have to tell me/ask me not to put up anything that has to do with him online.
well fer crying out loud! it was just a mindless-stupid-waste-of-time-survey! and i was sorry. but the more i thought about it - the more pissed off i got at the x for running to dude the way he did and questioning him.
a little backstory:
over the weekend - the x sent a message saying he thought it was 'funny' that my profile was offered to him as a potential friend or person he might know. (a new annoying myspace feature that i can't figure out how to turn off.) i didn't respond. until all this happened.
back to this story:
after dude gave me such a hard time, i went on my profile, which i can't delete b/c i can't get into the old email account i set it up with and deleted all my friends, posted that i was done w myspace and everybody who wanted to reach me could email me. (haven't heard a word from anyone since, so no one cared anyway)i also responded to the x, and told him in so many words, that i deleted him as a friend b/c he couldn't mind his own business.
dude didn't want to have anything to do with me that evening - so i was able to sit at home and stew. the x sent a text telling me he wrote me an email, which most certainly meant that it was an 18 page diatribe, denying any responsibility of any wrongdoing to me or mine. and actually tried to tell ME to mind MY OWN business b/c this was something between him and the dude, who the x likes to consider his "best friend" - a sentiment not reciprocated by the dude, just something the x arbitrarilty decided about their friendship. i basically told him to stay out of my business and to fuck off. and that i'd read the message the next day. i read it that nite - slept on in and crafted my response.
granted - i should not have posted anything that had anything to do with the dude. admittedly wrong - done. but it is in no way shpe or form any business of the x to run to the dude and question him on something i wrote on MY space - (not your space, not his space, MY space - that's why they call it my space) therefore, this is not an issue to be taken up between the x and the dude, if anything it should be taken up between the x and ME.
and he's such a pussy
his response to addressing the matter to the source (that would be me) "to keep you (me) from feeling embarassed or persecuted"
bullshit
his sole intention was to make sure that the dude was still his friend. he was/is threatened by my relationship with the dude compared to his (as he always was).
now - the x only went as far back as march - his math skills aren't all that good and he only read the survey question that asked how my love life was in march, to which i responded: fine. (if i remember correctly, nothing more) which - by no uncertain terms, the x and i were definitively BROKEN UP in march, which still makes it none of his business to know exactly what was meant by the reference of my love life as "fine". this is where he tried to question the dude, and corner him. dude, obviously had not read my survey/blog post on my space, so he had no earthly idea what the x was talking about. told him so, and apparently, also told him to stop trolling around and mind his own fucking business.
awesome
more backstory:
see this was the 2nd time in less than a week that the x pissed off the dude by not minding his own business. the x called dude on saturday to see what he was doing - not only did we have plans for a party, but he needed to visit a friend that needed to talk. no details given really, none that i care to disclose here, it doesn't matter anyway - but dude said to x "don't say anything, he just having some issues vague upon vague in relation to a specific "bleh".
well, the x SENDS AND EMAIL to dude's friend - saying, hey man, i heard you were having trouble this that and the other, sorry to hear, hope everything is ok, blah blah blah.
friend calls dude, going what the fuck, dude? the x is not even a friend, he is merely an acquaintance AT BEST! dude was pissed! called the x, what the fuck man! the x falls all over himself apologizing;
x: i feel like such a douchebag
dude: you should
x: i'm sorry
dude: you should be
then this who my space thing happens and dude was about ready to walk up to the x's front door & punch him in the face.
which would be awesome. by the way - someone, somewhere, really needs to punch that guy in the mouth for being such a douche!
the x has this thing for the dude. i like to call it a fetish. and the x, since pretty close to day one - has been all over dude. calls him, leaves a message, calls his cell, leaves a message. calls again. calls 2x in a row, calls 3x in a row - totally chronic! y'know!
and this is what he did when he read my bulletin the other day. called dude like 10x in a row! incessantly! dude was on his way to something important, what is your damage, what is so fuckign important? the x - oh, sorry man, call me when you're done, no big deal. dude is like, no, fucking tell me now, it was so important for you to call me incessantly.
in my letter to the x, b/c i KNOW this is the way it went down, because this is his M.O. i told him he ruined dude's important thing by calling incessantly. the x responds: it wasn't incessant, like you said - it was only like 3x, you know how dude can not call you back for a while...
YEAH - LIKE WHEN HE'S BUSY! calm the fuck down, son, he'll call you when he can and when he wants to!
the x did not like that.
he tried to attack me and tell me that he just wanted to be a good person and all this that and the other and how he wants me/us to be happy and all - to which i responded - we don't need your fucking permission.
i wasn't having it. good person or not - bad judgement to take issue with dude over something that had nothing to do with the x and the dude.
i haven't heard a peep from him since.
silence is often the best response.

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

music survey

Concert Survey: Mind you, music is my business - been in it for over 20 years.

How many concerts have you been to in your life-time? Certainly over 1000. I wish I had counted or written them down. I was just thinking I should try to gather all of my ticket stubs...there were probably over 100 guest list shows....
2. Have you ever been on a tour bus? A coupla few
3. Have you ever gotten an autograph or picture with a celebrity? Oh yes, many
4. Have you ever been on a Celebrity's top friends on myspace? yes
5. Have you ever gotten a myspace message or comment from a celebrity? yes ("celebrity" being a somewhat exaggerated term)
6. Have you ever gone somewhere with a band or musician after a show? yes
7. How many celebrities have you met? many many many - another thing I should sit down and sort out.
8. What celebrity was the most surprising to meet? surprising? Hmmm…David Bowie
9. What celebrity was the nicest? Lots of them have been very nice to me.
10. Not so nice? Daniel Ash (both times)
11. Do you have any celebrity's phone numbers? yes
12. Do you consider yourself a groupie? you say that like it's a bad thing
13. What is the farthest you've traveled for a concert? LA - NYC, Miami - San Francisco
14. What is your favorite venue? The Greek, & The Troubadour
15. What is your most prized possession from a concert? ONE of them? I'll give you two...The set list from a secret Queens of The Stone Age show at the Viper Room…And Icky for a while there.
16. Have you kept in touch with any celebrities since you've met them? uh huh (and again, "celebrity" in this case could be an exaggerated term, haha)
17. The most scandalous thing thats ever happened at a concert? I wouldn't know. I have never been scandalous at a concert
18. Lamest concert you've ever been to? ugh – I've seen dozens of lame shows.
19. Best concert you've ever been to? Radiohead @ The Greek
20. Best concert memory? Radiohead @ The Greek (I was up against the stage & have great photos!) Being the only Revolting Pussy onstage in Orlando. (ya'll prolly don't get that, do you?) 21. The most you've ever paid for a concert ticket? hmmm…'round 50 or 60 bucks I guess. I haven't really had to pay my way to a show in a long time.
22. The closest you've ever been to the stage? On it
23. Worst concert memory? hmmm…unfortunately there's been a few of those, too. Skinny Puppy @ the Cameo Theatre in Miami…I had a REALLY bad time after the show.
24. Have you ever met anyone at a concert who you are still friends with? sure
25. One concert that you would re-live over and over? Any Radiohead show.
26. Name one band or musical celebrity that you would love to meet or hang out with? Thom Yorke

Wednesday, December 10, 2008

how do i hate thee?

let me count the ways!
i know it's negative, but that's what you get from me. i have murder and rage in my soul, in astonishing quantities.
someone came into my life a few years ago - un invited and un welcomed - assimilated themselves into many aspects and relationships and has left a path of destruction in her wake.
i, by nature, am standoffish, freakishly private and not at all warm and friendly and open upon first meeting someone. i must evaluate you first, before i let you in. once you are in, your are in good and it take a lot to get out. over the past year and a half, i have had to let people go in my life and because it's so hard for me to let someone in, it breaks my heart everyday to think of those i have lost.
upon evaluation, if you do not pass, you are not allowed in. period. you don't get to know me. you are not part of my life, or inner circle. we are merely acquiantances.
this does not mean that you cannot be part of the lives of those around me - you are just not MY friends.
so this person - discovered on myspace - the bain of all existence and one of the horses of the apocalypse, and signs of the end of society as we know it - mark my words - in a matter of months was EVERYWHERE. she was at parties, gatherings, shows, my house, friend's houses - everywhere all the time. depserately trying to keep everyone's attention and be everyone's friend.
i am also territorial.
you cannot have the same kind of relationship that i have with someone else. your relationship will not be closer or better than mine is with one person or another.
she did not pass my tests. i have a discerning eye and i know crazy. i don't know how i know - i just know. and i called crazy on this one. i said - watch out - she's crazy - she's gonna do something fucked up. i didn't want her around - i didn't want her to know anything about me - i wanted to keep my distance with her.
but she perservered.
she hung around like the stench of a dying body. she bought things, she went out of her way to spend money in an attempt to buy friendship. it made me uncomfortable. and at the risk of insult, i refused her efforts, and of course, did offend. it was never the same after that. in an attempt to "play nice" i tried to spend quality time - i found myself exhausted by her personality. so i distanced myself and allowed my relationship with her to ebb and flow, while she sunk her hooks deeper and deeper in to those around me.
i watched.
and there were times that we were friendly. shopping, lunch, and maybe once or twice, she was the sounding board for one of my many breakdowns during the very difficult time of my life, when my 10 year relationship was ending, my father died, my mother was disgnosed with cancer and i had a horrible job. but those were only brief moments that she was allowed into my life.
as our communications became further and further apart and my relationship with the dude - her primary object of affection grew stronger and stronger. her resentment for me grew. her madness grew. she knows she could never have him, but much like most women of her ilk, from childhood she learned to manipulate people into relationships. as mentioned before, she would buy you with favors and presents, all in the name of friendship. all lies. anything that she does for anyone only serves her. she wants the special relationship. she wants something with you that no one else has. she wants that private friendship that she feels she can control and have all to herself. "you don't know him/her the way i know him/her - our friendship is different"
she's narcissistic.
and now finally - the other crazy shoe has dropped. while i have watched her drop a whole closet full of crazy shoes on me, around me, on those i care about and love - this is the last drop.
her crazed desperation to keep someone who won't be kept in her life has driven that person so far from her life - she has no idea the damage she has caused to herself.
and i am satisfied. because again - I WIN!
you horrible, miserable little troll! you will always be tortured by the life you can never lead. your madness will be your end. wallow in it! you deserve everything - you dysfunctional, twisted creature!
legally we are doing the right thing and playing by the rules. she is not. but we do the right thing and again, in the long run - we will win. we now have to go through the motions. we watch. we wait. we win.

Thursday, December 4, 2008

fucking my space

i swear, it's going to be the death of our society!
so out of nowhere, maybe from the kings of leon profile, i don't know, this cute little red haired girl asks to be my friend. i told her it would be against my better judgement to add her, she said she meant no harm.
so i add her.
look at her fotos - there are 3, cute her, her ass, and a tattoo. GREAT, i think, i've been scammed by some hoochie mamma. so i figured i'd give it about a week. next thing i know, she's commenting all over my fotos: how cute, vavoom, you're hot and requesting and adding local friends/bands, etc.
i don't like someone all over my shit.
and with the trust issues that the dude and i face, the last thing i need is for some hot little red-haired chick to come bounding at me out of nowhere at a show.
(which leads me to an entirely different blog all together)