i must be fucking mental!

*snort*

NOTE: If you haven't read the previous post to this one, please do so before reading this. If not, you will have no fucking clue what I'm talking about and will most likely viciously curse at me/your computer screen. I have enough shit going on lately that I really don't feel like coming over there and smacking you upside the head!

Anyway, this post was originally another pissy one about the Ice Princess but it's amazing what a good night sleep will do for a person. Even if I do have shit sleep habits and I'm only fortunate enough to have the occasional good night sleep, at least the few hours that I did sleep last night seemed to have paid off and I don't feel like the same evil bitch I felt I was last night!

Anyway, my curiosity got the better of me and after I posted my last blog entry, I checked my voicemail and sure enough, there was a message left by the IP.

She said that she was at the theater watching the same movie she's seen twenty times before (as I thought) and that she had accidentally left her phone turned on so when I returned the call, the ringing surprised her, she panicked and disconnected me. She left the theater to call me back and to apologize for disconnecting me, that she was turning off her phone for the remainder of the film (as if she'd actually miss something she hadn't seen twenty times before) and that she would talk to me tomorrow (today).

Ordinarily, I'd say something like "Don't do me any favors, biyotch." but ya' know what? It's a new year and I'm turning over a new leaf. No more being a spontaneous bitch to people unless it's an absolute emergency. *snicker* Of course that rule does not apply to my blog. *wink*

With all that said, I still think she's a fucking liar and a total shit for what she tried to pull with me. Just an hour before calling me last night to ask if I'd like to go to the movie, she sounded like she was at death's door, complaining of flu-like symptoms and assuring me she was ready to throw up her internal organs, her neighbor's internal organs and the internal organs of the man who mows her lawn. I'm sorry, unless you're going through withdrawal symptoms from heroine (not that I know firsthand but I do watch Intervention from time-to-time), the flu doesn't come and go like a passing fart on the wind. I may act like I don't know my asshole from my elbow sometimes but I do know when someone's trying to pull a fast one over on me.

Not only that, but it's also my opinion that if she had really wanted me to join them, she would have tried a little harder to get in touch, like calling me back on my house phone, and not called me moments before the movie was starting.

Here's my take on liars - if you feel the need to lie to someone, then you're not worth trusting, period. While I've enjoyed her friendship over the past few months, I'm not hard-up for friends, I don't need someone inviting me as an obvious courtesy rather than actually wanting me to be there and I'm certainly not going to be a third wheel so I doubt I will continue to offer her my friendship from this point on which, of course, is ashame but I just don't care to be played for a fool.

Even so, I Emailed her this morning apologizing for the message I left on her voicemail last night and even though she said we'd talk today, I bowed out of that as graciously as possible by telling her that I'm having severe issues with my phone and I'lll be in touch. I think the impersonal nature of the Email sends the message that while I'm apologizing, she's not important enough to me for me to directly chat with and it sends a clear message, in my opinion, that I'm leaving the ball in my court and I have no expectations of her calling me for anything from this point on. We'll see what transpires. For all I know she may actually make an effort to repair the damage done but I don't live by miracles so I'm not expecting any to occur.

I for one did my part to make the friendship work and as short-lived as it was, I'm certainly not putting forth the effort anymore. I think she's probably a genuinely nice person but there's something underneath that just doesn't sit well with me and when I don't feel comfortable with a person, I try to get them out of my life as quickly as possible.