Why Can't I Quit You?

I've reached a new low tonight, when I rushed my dad (I was informed by my mother I haven't talked to him in 2 weeks and he's lonely -- via text she sent this) off the phone so I could get to my...

Bejeweled Blitz.

I hear you judging me, shut your mouth. You're jealous because you cannot score the top scores I now have learned to wield against my opponents. Yes, those opponents are my friends, but there are no friends in war. (I just had to take a break and go blitz some more, all this talk makes me want to do it more.) As I was blitzing I realized that I rushed my poor old pops off the phone to play because I cannot properly blitz and talk at the same time. This is also why I turned FB chat off, I can't have people trying to talk to me during a game! As if.

Have any of you seen Bejeweled Blitz Anonymous groups on Facebook? I think I need help or someone to show me how to score 500,000...whichever.

Burden of Proof

Over the weekend my friend and I got into a heated discussion about what neighborhood she worked in. I told her she worked in Lincoln Park. She decided to argue with me and say it was Lakeview.

At this I laughed, it was cute, she was trying to tell me I was wrong. I know the area, I know exactly where she works and she works no where near Lakeview. She even tried to tell me there were signs around the area stating Lakeview. I laughed again and said to her, "I know I'm right and you're continuing to argue with me about it. At this point the burden of proof lies with you. I don't need convincing, I know I'm right."

Well I forgot about it and the next day she tells me, "you were right." I forgot what I was right about, because well...my mind hasn't gotten capacity for things unless someone refreshes me. "Of course I was, about what?" "I work in Lincoln Park." "Yes, I know this." Then it dawns on me the argument we had the day before. She proceeds to tell me that the signs she remembers seeing were on the way to work and not exactly around where she works.

Here's why I knew I was right, I've been shopping in that area for years and loved that section of the Lincoln Park neighborhood known as Sheffield Gardens. No one messes with me and shopping, I can always get to the mothership. Recognize.

Moral of the story, arguing with me is pointless. Either I think I'm right, most times when I'm that adamant I am and I will put the burden of proof on you. Or, I'll forget and won't care what the argument is about and you bringing it up is childish, the argument is over. So I win either way.

"You've been hit by a...

harasser. I was just bombarded by a harasser. I am usually the harasser. How did this happen? When did I let my guard down? Damnit!

The harassment was called for, not going to lie. I've been pretty cranks lately and it's quite possible it stems from my weight. Though I think the part when I quit smoking, been sick for 4 weeks straight (I've haven't been able to breathe without snot oozing from my nose for 4 weeks), found out my scale is 20 lbs. off and not in my favor, and my deadline to find a new job is approaching. So forgive me if I'm a little cranky and can't deal with any additional bullshit. I have some stuff going on in my head that only food seems to cure.

I get it though. Not healthy. If coke was around, I might be able to switch to something else, but damnit food rocks. So in order to stop the harassment, because it won't stop ever. This bitch has a frakkin' black belt in harassment, she probably even has a dojo where she's teaching others how to harass people into submission. If only they would use their powers for good.

So good-bye fries of love, good-bye Hostess treats of delight, good-bye cheesey treasures of goodness, good-bye hot doggy lovelies we had a fun run these last 3 years. I'll miss you. Remember the good times we had as I masticated you repeatedly before swallowing.

Does this mean I have to give up my lattes too? Fuck.