Showing posts with label friends. Show all posts
Showing posts with label friends. Show all posts

Wednesday, May 24, 2006

You Want To Know What You've Done?

NOTE: This is an archive post from LiveJournal which has been logged here for posterity. The original post was friends-locked.

Here's what you've fucking done you psycho cow.

  1. You slowly sucked my self confidence by being a horrible fucking person to me every chance you got.
  2. Nothing was ever good enough for you - if I cleaned you never fucking noticed - you'd only bitch and moan if I didn't clean.
  3. It never mattered how many cookies I baked you and your boyfriend (who I actually do like - and he's much better then you deserve) would eat the whole fucking lot of them.
  4. I got to waste 3 fucking years of my life 3 fucking years, getting over the emotional scarring you left. I got to pick up the pieces of my shattered self esteem because you could never admit you might be wrong!
  5. I had to give way on every fucking argument because if I didn't back down we'd probably STILL be there arguing about how often the fucking toilet gets cleaned.
  6. You alienated me from my friends, who wouldn't come around if you were there. You wonder why you never see them? BECAUSE THEY DON'T FUCKING LIKE YOU. You very nearly cost me one of the best friendships I have and you know what? I despise you for that!
  7. You know what? I DON'T enjoy doing other people's hair and makeup. That's right. What I do enjoy is making people feel good about themselves. I'd die for my friends because that's who I am, and I am so very sorry I ever counted such a selfish, imature, horrible excuse for a human being among them.
  8. When milo is drunk by the bucketload.... IT COSTS MORE THEN PETROL you freak! But you know what? I always backed down and you know why - because you slowly sucked my inner power, inner life and self confidence.
  9. You're a fucking bucket of negativity and you know what? I DON'T forgive you for it, I WON'T forget it and I most certainly WILL NOT take your negativity and manipulation anymore.
Fuck you, You Whore.

Monday, May 8, 2006

Update

NOTE: This is an archive post from LiveJournal which has been logged here for posterity. The original post was friends-locked.

First of all thank you to everyone who has offerred advice. It seems the general concensus is that I'm not immagining this and this woman is a nutter.

I've had a bit of a chat to A about it all - seems he's seeing it as well and is on my side, which is always helpful in these things :)

Some of my favourite quotes/advice are below;


Can you talk to the hostel management? - colitis.

GROW SOME BALLS!

Don't talk about yourself the way you have done in the email you just sent me, if you carry on doing that you will become your own worst enemy! For one anyone who can't except you as you are has a problem and it's not yours so let them deal with it! If you are saying things like you have done in your email about yourself and you're not happy then do something about it! If people pick up on the fact that you're not happy about yourself they will play on it and use it against you!
My advice, make the most of your life, don't get hung up with people that aren't going to do you any good, are these people going to help you in life? do you need them? Cut out the baggage!
- Chari

it sound like you have a crazy woman on your tail. personally i think if she is firting with i guy who is 11yrs younger than her she needs help!!! i think you need to be up front with her and tell her to back off from you and that you will contact her when you want to talk to her, if i was up in auckland i would come and kick her arse!!! - RainbowBright

I will definately be keeping you all updated however. :)

Thursday, August 30, 2001

Shit happens and then you get shat on again

Hrm, where to start? Well life never goes well for long does it? There's always a problem of some kind.

My cousin, who is from Auckland and 15, has run away from home, and straight down here, and I'm stuck in the middle, I feel as if I'm being ripped in half, torn between her and her parents, it's hard to do the right thing when you're not 100% sure of what that is.

Work, has been piling up, and i'm not going to be getting any kind of a break until Monday, which means 3 very stressful days of Jurassic Park 3 (which, by the way, sucks) with many stupid Hoyts customers (75% of Hoyts customers suck) asking stupid questions, and then... well I'm going to probably be stuck dealing with things to do with my cousin.... or filling in for one of my best friends who's currently in hospital (another stress).

It's hard to talk and relax, when noone will listen.

Tuesday, February 13, 2001

Pam

I have a friend named Pam.

Pam is insane.

Pam has spent the entire day asking French Navy Guys to marry her. So far, they have not responded. Personally I don't think they're that great, but Pam does, so in McDonalds we let her have the best view of the table of French Navy Guys, and we keep pointing them out to her in town, she hasn't asked any directly, just kinda says it at a reasonable level whenever there's a group of them around.

Pam also touched a complete stranger's dreads in the elevator at Te Papa, then thanked them for an enjoyable elevator ride.

So that's Pam for ya!

Tuesday, January 9, 2001

A Mission of Superhero Standards

Part 1: Before the Carnage
Intoxico was picked up by her superhero friend XXX-Girl, in the yellow Pornmobile, and was promptly whisked away to H-Town. There was a crisis, Dr Evil was turning 21 and needed help getting over the shock.

So armed with their superhero weapons of alcohol, cigarettes, spots, bad jokes, children’s songs, two decks of cards and amyl they set off to Dr Evil’s lair.

Upon arrival in H-Town, they were thwarted by the evil Pak n’ Save, who refused the card that all XXX superhero’s carry – Amex. But the cheque account saved a messy scene, and the plebs kept their lives … for now.

Proceeded then the superhero’s to Dr Evil’s lair, taking extreme caution (ie: the scenic route) to ensure that no one followed them to the hideout. Upon arrival, they were accosted by two stoned cleaning ladies, one of whom was Dr Evil trying out a new disguise, and the other his heroic sidekick, Sexy Sheryl FemBot.

After a small disaster retrieving the weaponry from the Pornmobile (the bag broke!), XXX-Girl showed off her culinary skills in the hellpit of food preparation, the end result being very spicy chicken, and a divine salad – food for the gods (and superheroes) indeed!

XXX-Girl and Intoxico undertook to explain the story of Dr Evil’s life through visual aids. Photos of him as a small (naked) child; an older brat; and finally his formative years as he became what he is today, were brought forth from their resting places and cellotaped to the walls.

After practising with their weapons to ensure they were finely honed for the battle that evening (and testing again, just to make sure!), the Huanator returned from his top-secret mission (work – superheroes pay rent too, you know). It was now Sexy Sheryl FemBots turn to leave the lair and undertake a personal task -–feeding the kids.

Their new mission, that our four heroes (XXX Girl, Intoxico, Dr Evil and the Huanator) were to undertake, was to confront Pizza the Hutt in a head to head battle to the death. After XXX-Girl’s small skirmish with the nuts, the heroes triumphed, leaving behind the carnage of pizza leavings, pasta sauce, and liquid fudge.

Our intrepid team split into pairs, with Dr Evil and Intoxico on a mission for large chunks of frozen H2O, while the Huanator and XXX-Girl took the Pornmobile in search of a non-recyclable flash-picture recording device. Having retrieved these last two items, our superheroes were ready for the long night ahead.

Stay tuned for the next episode of this heroic adventure …

Part 2: The Carnage
Other superheroes began to trickle into Dr Evil’s lair, as the cards were being prepared for a to-the-death battle of Hockey. Drinks were poured, cigarettes lit, with jokes being withheld until the appropriate moment.

The ferocious battle began! Alcohol levels (in the bottles) dropped, while they rose in the bloodstream of our heroes. Ashtrays filled, the sounds of BINGO, The BumbleBee Song, Ten in the Bed, Twinkle Twinkle Little Star, The Alphabet Song, Ten Guitars, Old MacDonald, Mary Had a Little Lamb, and of course, Happy Birthday filled the air.

Laughter filled the room as jokes – baaaaaad jokes – were shared, and as our heroes embarrassed themselves answering the Truth rather than taking the Dare.

The battle died down to a dull roar, and Dr Evil was presented with flowing Champagne as his sister, XXX-Girl, made the speech. Reference was made to the photographs, embarrassing moments in Dr Evil’s life, and sex sex sex! He was then presented with The Key To The City (which all superheroes receive upon turning 21), and it was passed around the room to be autographed.

Finally, Dr Evil could respond to XXX-Girl, and the crowd.

He was pissed (off his nut), but nonetheless presented an eloquent face and non-slurry words as he replied. “You are all my prisoners! You will not be released until you give me as my gift … ONE MILLION DOLLARS!!!” Everyone laughed at this, and told him to get fucked, at which point he sat down and continued to scull champagne.

There was cake then.

Superheroes came and went, and cigarette supplies were getting dangerously low. XXX-Girl and Intoxico undertook to replenish the stocks. After dosing up on amyl, they made the brief walk to Beyond Petroleum, where they encountered the sadistic PoxyMoron. Despite presenting her Amex, which no superheroes receive before the age of 20, PoxyMoron took delight in thwarting their ambitions, and they were forced to return to the lair to retrieve XXX-Girl’s superhero identification card.

Upon return to Beyond Petroleum, PoxyMoron became immediately defensive, as he was not expecting anyone to stand up to his nastiness (it being he suffered from Delusions of Grandeur). Having given proof of identification, and an icy manner to PoxyMoron, XXX-Girl was allowed to use her Amex card and replenished the cigarette supply. After safely stashing the cigarettes in Intoxico’s SuperYellowSatchel™, our intrepid heroes forced PoxyMoron to reveal his identity (he was not wearing the regulation name badge!!). After protests from the sadistic shitbag, he reluctantly gave his name, and the name of his overlord.

XXX-Girl and Intoxico left satisfied, knowing that they had paid PoxyMoron back for temporarily damping the buzz and endangering the success of their mission, as he would spend the rest of the shift fretting about what plans the superheroes had in store for him (Mwah-hah-hah-hah!).

Intoxico and XXX-Girl returned to the lair to discover that few of the superheroes remained (but lots of alcohol). XXX-Girl tried a spot and the buzz was instantly restored, while Intoxico merely lived up to her name.

Upon finding an empty bottle (an easy task), the Huanator proposed a new challenge – Truth or Dare. The challenge was taken up with enthusiasm, but soon an impostor entered their midst. His name was Doris the Drug-Dealing Dyke, and his catchphrase was “Show us yer tits”. He bragged about his conquests, and the superheroes began to realise that he should not have stumbled onto Dr Evil’s lair at all – he was a phony!

Evasive action was taken immediately – the Huanator and Dr Evil retired to the bedroom in an attempt to scare away Doris the DDD. XXX-Girl, Intoxico, the Lovely Leah, Gorgeous Gerald, and Big Gay Chris continued to play, ALWAYS choosing Truth, for fear that the dare would be “Show us yer tits!”

Finally realising that Doris the DDD was settling in, they took a more effective approach, deciding that even superheroes need sleep. They told Doris the DDD that he needed to go home now. Once he was out the door, the super-bitching session began, with our story’s heroes demonstrating their dislike by creating Doris the DDD dolls and impaling them with their swords, all the while creating curses and life-altering effects, to ensure that Doris would never return to the lair again.

And then they went to sleep.

Stay tuned for the final episode of this heroic adventure …

Part 3: After the Carnage
One of the advantages of having super powers is that it’s a breeze to clean up after a party. Liberal application of a broom to the floor, magic cleansing liquid to the shotglasses, and very cold waters to the hangovers, meant that by 9am the lair was returned to normal, and our superheroes began to perk up.

Neurofen and Amyl are an essential part of any superheroes kit, and our four protagonists were no exception, with both being required along with cold caffienated drinks. Unfortunately, the caffienated drinks were not a cold as hoped, as the refrigerator seemed unable to cope with the Huanator’s immense strength, and had unexpectedly died. A fridge corpse is not a pretty thing.



And is at this point we must leave our superheroes, to allow them to return to their day-to-day identities. Do YOU know who they are?

Thursday, November 23, 2000

I'll be, Home Again

This'll officially be my last update for this year from Wellington, as I'm packing up my computer tonight and going home on Tuesday *yay*

I may miss Rotorua now, but I guarantee I'll be there a week and dying for my freedom and the 24 hour store!!

But on Monday I'll get to see two people I've been missing dearly... my Mother and my Best Friend, Charis (yes! I finally mentioned her... she's been wanting me to for a LONG time now) so to all the Rotoruians and the Aucklander who has decided to drive down and visit (you know who you are) I'll BE HOME SOON!

Tuesday, September 26, 2000

frozen greeny popsicles

While having what was supposed to be a long, relaxing shower tonight, with my Portishead CD up really loud I (amazingly) heard my Cell Phone going off, I raced out of the shower, spilling water everywhere, grabbed it, turned down my CD player, to find DebXena on the other end.

This chick is COOL!!

Here I was thinking I was the only yellow nut on the face of the planet, to find, I'm not, the girl even has the car to go with it!!

Met up with some mates on Sunday (while I was with Deb) from Rotorua who I hadn't seen in YONKS, it totally psyched me out and I was on a buzz for pretty much the whole day!!

I've had two absolutely delicious home cooked meals in the last two days, one courtesy Deb's Aunty, and one courtesy my grandmother.

On a note to my last column: I've decided not to go throwing it away, it is better to wait, and I'm glad I put it up to everyone to think about/ comment on before I arguably made one of the worst mistakes of my life.

So I'm a pretty happy girl at the mo :) only thing pulling me down is the impending assessments I have to face tomorrow.... wish me luck!!

Sunday, August 20, 2000

Hung as a Dead Horse

So I get this text message at about 6:40pm on Friday night, right? It says something along the lines of "Can I come down?" now, might not seem a silly question if the person sending it to me live withing the Wellington region, or even within the lower half of the North Island, but no, I got a visit from a mate from Rotorua, he just drove down, on the night that petrol rices went up, to see me.

*greeny feels loved*

I spent the better half of Friday night cleaning my room and doing laundry, the better half of early Saturday morning walking all around Wellington and looking for a free car park (which we found in a parking building of all places!!), the second half of the morning sleeping and the entire afternoon doing um, things. Went to Real Groovy, which has been declared one of the best things in Wellington, did the laser sport, got kebabs, spent ages talking, drove to Porirua and got drunk with my rellies, drove back (with the help of a sober driver), and slept..... to be woken up an hour and a half later by snoring....

Maybe I was wrong about wanting a guy.... if you share their bed.... they snore, if you share their room.... they snore...

Snoring's bad.