Grr!

Feeling: angry

I can't even come up with some witty subject. Not that my subject's are usually witty, but they're usually better than a simple "Grr" I think.

Anyway, some of you may have read about Shorty and D in this post. Of course, now I have D's side of the story and I also got to actually talk to her and everything. So. Moving on. Let's just say, when I said D would get my support in this most likely, I was right. In a big huge way.

Why you ask? Let's just say Shorty got her fired by calling her work so often (and it's not where I'm taking just D's word...I heard this from Shorty first). There's more to that story, trust me, but I'm not going to post it here at the moment, if ever. Though I will add that I now know exactly what was said by D and it wasn't "I hate you." *rolls eyes* I just love when people use selective hearing during an argument, don't you? (Note my sarcasm.)

Anyway, I probably wouldn't even be angry except, like I said, I can't stand when a friend calls me crying and I can't do anything to comfort them. You add to the fact that I was so surprised by D and her call that I just blurted "Huh?" and it's just peachy.

D called me up and it's about...10:15 or so, our time. Which isn't unusual. When she was in Hawaii, I'd get calls at midnight or later just so we could chat. But this time she calls and I answer, wondering why she's calling me at this time of night for the first time in forever and what do I hear when I pick up the phone?

"Was I Shorty's dirty little secret?"

And that threw me. First, wasn't expecting that. Second, I don't remember the last time I heard D cry over the phone so...

Anyway, as I pointed out earlier, I was so surprised that I blurted out "Huh?" and then D repeated the question. And honestly? I don't know. Maybe she was. I can't truly say because if she was, I don't know if Shorty would go all freaky stalkerish with the phone calls to the point of getting her fired and calling at 2:30 in the morning and spilling her guts out to D's mom. So I told her I didn't know and asked what had brought this on.

Apparently D's been crying since this morning and then the song "Dirty Little Secret" came on and set her off on this thought process. (Which just supports my theory that the radio station we listen to has been playing that song way too much because that was like...the seventh time they'd played that since I started listening to the radio today. Okay, maybe sixth.)

Anyway, after that she had to go because her mom said she had done something wrong during the day so D was expecting to get yelled at. And the fact that the whole reason D's been busting her ass all day today and durding break is because of Shorty and her phone calls ticked me off. So we hung up. And before I came on here and went into a full fledged rant over it all, I decided to calm myself a bit by reading an old favorite fic of mine.

So that about sums this entry up. Just felt the need to get it all out. I'm going to go add to a fic, maybe do write an entry for an RP journal. I'm good now.

Plus, I've been dying to use this icon. Don't ask.

Grr!

Feeling: angry

I can't even come up with some witty subject. Not that my subject's are usually witty, but they're usually better than a simple "Grr" I think.

Anyway, some of you may have read about Shorty and D in this post. Of course, now I have D's side of the story and I also got to actually talk to her and everything. So. Moving on. Let's just say, when I said D would get my support in this most likely, I was right. In a big huge way.

Why you ask? Let's just say Shorty got her fired by calling her work so often (and it's not where I'm taking just D's word...I heard this from Shorty first). There's more to that story, trust me, but I'm not going to post it here at the moment, if ever. Though I will add that I now know exactly what was said by D and it wasn't "I hate you." *rolls eyes* I just love when people use selective hearing during an argument, don't you? (Note my sarcasm.)

Anyway, I probably wouldn't even be angry except, like I said, I can't stand when a friend calls me crying and I can't do anything to comfort them. You add to the fact that I was so surprised by D and her call that I just blurted "Huh?" and it's just peachy.

D called me up and it's about...10:15 or so, our time. Which isn't unusual. When she was in Hawaii, I'd get calls at midnight or later just so we could chat. But this time she calls and I answer, wondering why she's calling me at this time of night for the first time in forever and what do I hear when I pick up the phone?

"Was I Shorty's dirty little secret?"

And that threw me. First, wasn't expecting that. Second, I don't remember the last time I heard D cry over the phone so...

Anyway, as I pointed out earlier, I was so surprised that I blurted out "Huh?" and then D repeated the question. And honestly? I don't know. Maybe she was. I can't truly say because if she was, I don't know if Shorty would go all freaky stalkerish with the phone calls to the point of getting her fired and calling at 2:30 in the morning and spilling her guts out to D's mom. So I told her I didn't know and asked what had brought this on.

Apparently D's been crying since this morning and then the song "Dirty Little Secret" came on and set her off on this thought process. (Which just supports my theory that the radio station we listen to has been playing that song way too much because that was like...the seventh time they'd played that since I started listening to the radio today. Okay, maybe sixth.)

Anyway, after that she had to go because her mom said she had done something wrong during the day so D was expecting to get yelled at. And the fact that the whole reason D's been busting her ass all day today and durding break is because of Shorty and her phone calls ticked me off. So we hung up. And before I came on here and went into a full fledged rant over it all, I decided to calm myself a bit by reading an old favorite fic of mine.

So that about sums this entry up. Just felt the need to get it all out. I'm going to go add to a fic, maybe do write an entry for an RP journal. I'm good now.

Plus, I've been dying to use this icon. Don't ask.