So basically we don’t follow the rules and we only have one tradition it started innocently enough with a Nuns Having Fun calendar, it was deemed Adam’s pick and then the next year brought forth a gift of a calendar making it technically my pick and then the calendar that changed everything, the calendar that meant war. Need I say more than Adam’s pick and Men with Buns? Oh and click this link now for some Men with Buns action, you want to trust me.
Archive for the 'Assholes' Category
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Holy crap I had the migraine of all bloody migraines yesterday. It was seriously a nightmare. Since I’ve graduated to seeing my shrink every two weeks I look forward to going like you wouldn’t believe. I am so lucky to have a therapist who doesn’t push the drugs on me, yes I am on three medications but he makes me feel very in control of my dosages. We have genuine conversations in with the ther-ap-a-tizing.
No matter how long I live here there are some days I swear that we really do have some of the worst weather anywhere. I haven’t been enough places to accurately apply that to Vancouver but when you have to walk to the nearest hotel to get a cab because there is no predicting how much time you need to leave to get somewhere if it is raining and trying to get a cab to show up not only on time but to simply show up is becoming pretty rare and when you don’t know anyone who doesn’t have a similar problem you gotta wonder if there might just be some sort of quandary. It isn’t just the holiday season the construction in the city for the Olympics, with what feels like four buses and two cabs on the road people are not starting to get agro here they are. This final year and a bit are going to be a huge test for this city one that many would argue it is blatantly failing already. It scares the crap out of me that it takes me half an hour to get somewhere it should take me ten minutes, it may not seem like a big deal but it rains here a lot and hard and if the city is freaking out already it is hard to even picture what it is going to be like with the Olympics. How do we come together as a city as a province when the citizens are being completely ignored? There is no excuse for some of the construction in the down town core right now, fuck your shitty planning when the people that live here can’t get anywhere how the hell are we going to host the world. How about we get the homeless some shoes and a roof and then we’ll chat. Fuck man I am SO TORN on these Olympics. One of the strongest love/hate relationships I have ever had, let me tell you. But seriously back to the construction, there has ONLY been talk of redoing Granville Street since I moved here in 1996 so I’m pretty sure it has been discussed a hell of a lot more than that, but you wait until NOW until one year and one point five months to the Olympics it is December for crying out loud it is pouring rain so hard and so much a waterproof body suit wouldn’t keep the average person dry.
I was already beyond over stimulated when I left for my session yesterday, getting there made me so extra sick that I had to call Adam to come get me, poor guy dropped everything and walked over the bridge in the PISSING rain just to take a cab home with me cause I almost barfed cause of my migraine. I’d love to see what I look like, seriously, dry heaving, trying to give money, crawling out of the cab, right into a head between my legs knee bend, I’ve done it enough times my neighbors have likely seen me laying on the grass outside my building when it isn’t pissing rain.
And why did he have to WALK over the bridge, oh that was because transit works so well here that had he have missed one connection he would have been roughly a half an hour late.
I know that I will never be viewed as a calm person by any stretch of the meaning. But I hear ‘you are calm compared to how you used to be’, a lot. I’ve learned to give people the benefit of the doubt and not be so reactionary.
insert mini tangent here;
If you almost hit me with your car it is still 50/50 whether I’ll flip out and punch and/or kick your vehicle but Adam almost has me convinced that it isn’t worth it to break my thumb which I’ve almost done more than a few times and had my gamer time cut into because I have no use of my thumb but that is because no one can drive here and when you are taught how to drive by someone who not only worked at ICBC for twenty plus years and has a perfect driving record AND I was taught on mountain roads with switch backs, I simply have no patience and NO sympathy for your sorry ass driving and I quite frankly LOVE putting a dent in your luxury vehicle cause you probably bought your licence anyway so HAHA on you getting it fixed under your deductible.
end mini tangent.
When it comes to living your life in the open online I think most people tend to think they know a lot about you. I am 100% myself on my blog, exaggeration not included. But it doesn’t mean I share everything about myself, although almost.
People know I talk a lot, and one of the things I have learned the hard way this year is that something that I am saying about whatever, say about tech stuff, like how WordPress works and blogging in general I know now that I know nothing. I don’t get any of it, I do not ask for help with anything blogging related from anyone I know in the Vancouver scene anymore because it has brought me nothing but trouble. I don’t give a fuck who believes me and who doesn’t but I’ve said a lot of shit about tech that I had no idea would be considered backstabbing it was what happened. But just like anything else it blew up and some people still think I’m an asshole and that they’ve been enlightened or some shit when really you just heard the side from the people who KNOW what they are talking about.
I stopped talking about tech shit with all but two people in Vancouver and I trust them both or three including Adam, I have outsourced the work I need done and have no problem paying for it to avoid any drama.
And there is that little word we all love so much: DRAMA.
Another thing I’ve pulled away from is drama, I only talk to those three people about anything blogging related and again I trust them so if you hear that I’ve said something you are just that hearing it. In fact to prove my point when I happen to show at parties there are people who STILL bring up my drunken sippy cup incident. Like for serious that is IT no one has ANYTHING else on me so you pick on me for something that happened seven months ago and after I had a fucking break down for fucks sake.
If there is one thing I’ve learned in the last seven and a half months it is who my friends are in Vancouver’s blog world and let’s be honest I don’t have many I can trust, but I’m not sorry if the truth hurts when I call out your bull shit. I don’t have any desire to cause drama or be involved in drama so I’ve stayed the fuck out of it, till today. When people are being assholes on Twitter I sign off, I walk away. Thanks to someone I hold in very high regard in going through all I’ve gone through since March, I am no longer an emotional unlinker, unfollower, unfriender, whatever you want to call it. I made the decision to be accepting and realize that everyone has his or her own opinion whether based on the truth or not.
But what I can’t handle and I just recently had a discussion with a girlfriend about is people who unlink, unfriend, or unfollow you one place but not everywhere. In this day and age when you don’t have to end anything face to face anymore it is a total mind fuck when you unfollow me on Twitter, unfriend me on Flickr but then you leave me on your Facebook account for example like seriously you obviously don’t like me so fuck off.
There are a few people who I have made up my mind that I do not want to be friends with in this cities blog world anymore. Specifically people who slagged Vancouver bloggers to me behind their backs only to become friends with them and of course it got back to me that I was then being slagged. But because I didn’t want to cause drama I have left them on everything, my Facebook, I follow them on Twitter etc. because it’s a fucking community and we are all bloody adults and should for the most part be able to get the fuck along. But I just can’t stand petty assholes.
Before I write out what I wrote in my journal I will preface it with this dude who has been staying here longer than me is a recovering alcoholic who just fell off the wagon, he is a nice guy but creepy none the less and he has a lot of stories, the woman he normally lives with when he isn’t out for work is here visiting him.
I was sitting outside smoking a joint and drunk dude came and sat next to me.
November 1’2008 3:41pm Eastern
Ummm creepy dude staying here just made me extremely uncomfortable. So even though he has commented that I need to beef up and takes off my wee hunting cap* when I wear it and gave me free pot to take it off was I don’t know trying to comfort me today because I’m flipping out awesome style right now and asked if he could hug me and I’m all sure so he hugs me and KISSED MY NECK! HELLO there is a lady friend in his room and he kisses my neck? I have been married the duration of my stay and then some. Then to make matters worse he invites me down to his room to ‘shoot the shit’ but adds all coy like that he has something else in mind – after he had offered me a cooler so it wasn’t the cooler he had in mind. See, he doesn’t want this lady friend who is in his room to be there and apparently brings other ladies home with her there or I’d not have taken that as a sexual innuendo or was it? He had just kissed my neck and probably had a pervert’s boner.
* I wasn’t smoking his pot, the hat incident happened in my first week. Long story short he didn’t like how I looked in the hunting cap and offered me a joint to take off the hat. I don’t turn down free pot.
