Sorry, had to switch computers....
The reason that I call this guy BEEF is because he was always the type of guy who would work out 24-7 and talk about his muscles whenever he wasn't working out. He always thought that his toughness would impress me even though he could barely hold an intelligent conversation. I know I sound harsh, but this went on for years. The boy took a razer blade and carved his highschool initials in his chest and then rubbed ink into it!!! Not the brightest person I've ever met.
One funny story--probably my favorite involving BEEF---we were in tae kwon doe together for a couple years and one particular day he was just pissing me off and I couldn't take it anymore. It was time for he and I to spar, and he being the tough guy 'n all, would not even raise his gloves to me. Instead he goes, "Go ahead and hit me as hard as you can." I protested but he insisted multiple times. Without a second thought I decked him in the face as hard as I could. (Don't ever let someone tell you that hitting someone in the face won't make you feel better, because they are lying.) His head went back, and when the shock of what had just happened wore off, he touched his tender lip to find I trail of blood. Oh happy day!
So about the recent phone call which lasted nearly an hour to my dismay....I have no idea why he called. I have not seen or spoken to him in four years. Well, he's married now with a baby boy on the way next month, and do you know that for the hour we were on the phone he was persistantly hitting on me!!! It was ridiculous the things that he said. I just kept saying, "well you're married now and need to think about your wife and your son," but that didn't phase him. God, why me??? My one and only hope is that he will not call again, and his wife will not find out and come and kick my a**. Wouldn't that be something to write about.
Nothing else is really going on in my life right now....I bought a new car for those who don't know. The Scirrocco is for sale if anyone wants to make any offers. I bought my bro's '90 white Cabriolet, which is a convertable for those not fimiliar with VW's. So yeah, basically I'm pimpin' aroung town like I'm the s***.
Things at home are better for the most part. The ex-girlfriend (who I despise) showed up this weekend out of the blue. Friday night the bro went to run some errands and after four hours I got worried and called him. He didn't answer his phone, little bastard. Then my mom proceeded to come home and inform me that she saw the B's car parked outside her dad's house. This propelled me to make another phone call to the bro which went something like, "you'd better not be where I think you are!!!" He was. Apparently all went well though; my month and a half of counseling has paid off. I guess she wanted to get back together and the boy said "uh, no." Now this doesn't mean that he is healed because he still spent some time with her the next day, but he's doing phenominally better. Yeah!!!!
My current project is to completely re-do my room. Do you know the excitement that I am feeling?
posted by Nicole @ 3:37 PM
