I'm Now a Gossip Queen! (edited to correct my idiot errors)

I don't know what to say. What a weekend? I've now lost a friend and all I did was be myself. Being myself in hating liars, and people who disrespect me. If there is anything to set me off, it would be that. Maybe I should tell the story. Just sit back. This will be a long one. You had better get something to eat, drink, go smoke a cigarette or weed, or what ever it is that you do. Take a load off and put your feet up. Here goes.

Remember back to the last entry. My lovely friend who likes to copy me. Yeah, it's him all over again. We like to put certain wallpapers on our cellphone. Well there is this one that I got and it's pretty damn cool. Well I told him were to find it. Now my friend Angela was there for this. Now I fully expected him to download this picture to his phone I didn't mind this. It's just a damn picture right. Well the next day, my friend William and I were coming home from running around town and staying very far away from shopping malls this past Friday (the day after Thanksgiving=SHOPPING, yeah right). Well I call Angela just to let here know that I'm on my way home, and she in turns gave me some interesting news. John (the person in question) told her that I didn't even like the picture and then I downloaded it and I just had to download the picture. So I copied off him (oh yeah this again!). Now Angela was there when I downloaded this damn picture, which is probably one of the reasons she told me this. Now this may seem really damn petty to you, and you would be absolutely right. You know how it goes. A lot of little things turn into really big things. It is really starting here. Anyway, when I get home...my lovely neighbor John comes into the courtyard to talk to us (William and me). Now William doesn't speak to John at all because of John's ability to be abrasive and rude, so throughout my conversation with John he was extremely quiet even though he knew what was coming. Because I'm really irritated, I get right to the point, but I'm still my calm self (which is actually a very dangerous state for me to be in when I'm zeroing in on you). I ask him flat out did he tell someone that he downloaded that wallpaper before me. John then proceeds to do the three things that a guilty person would usually do, which I will number it from here on out. 1) He plays stupid, and acts like he has no idea what I'm talking about. Now I wasn't about to let him get away with this. I lay it down for him so that the biggest idiot can know what I'm talking about. I then repeat my original question. 2) He's says you know not to believe second hand information (translation: he lies). Now considering I can't stand liars, I'm still dangerously calm. Still he's making a very big assumption. He's assuming I heard this from someone other than Angie. See I didn't tell him who the person was, and this was done purposely. Going on, I then say why don't we ask this person what you supposedly said, and right then call Angie. I purposely say Angie's name so John will know who told me this. Now never in all of this did I think that Angie was lying to me because she would have no reason to. It would serve no purpose for her to do this. Now I ask Angie what is was that John said. She repeats word for word what she told me before. I then ask her to tell this to John and proceed to hand the phone to him. He then starts to 3) yell at me about why I'm creating all this drama (translation: he places the blame on someone else). He then does the thing that forever ended our, at this point, very fragile friendship. He refuses to speak to Angela right now which says a lot about his guilt, and starts to yell at me like I'm his child. WRONG ANSWER THERE PAL! You just don't do that, especially when you are five years younger than me, and you are WRONG. At this point I am no longer calm. I don't even remember excatly what I said to him except that it had a lot of foul language and ended with a warning that he had better not speak to me again. He's lucky I didn't knock his fat, sloopy, bitch ass off that bench. That might not have done any good though. I mean his body is shaped like one of those Fisher Price Weeble toys. We all know what happens to weebles. "Weebles will wobble, but they won't fall down." He leaves and does the next thing that in our eyes proves his guilt. He calls Angela and starts to ask her why is she starting stuff. She proceeds to tell him that she didn't start anything...that was what he said. Then he finally denies to her that was what he said. She is not having it though. So again he's about the drama and hangs up on her. She immediately calls me to tell me this. After we hang up, John text messages her that he doesn't want to talk to the three of us anymore, which is totally fine with me considering I just told him less than fifteen minutes prior that I didn't want to ever speak to him. Angie then immediately calls me again, and she's not too happy. She's at the casino she's not appreciating these text messages especially after she had asked him before not to send her any. She hangs up to back playing her slots. Guess what John does next. Yep, text messages Angie again. This time repeating what he just said but this time refers to us as gossip queens. GOSSIP QUEENS! Oh Lord! I don't know where to begin with this one. You have me who never talks to anyone according to most people. I've had people ask me if I ever speak, but I'm a gossip queen. Of course Angie calls me and is getting increasingly pissed. He then proceeds to text her again. What's the difference this time? Now he tells the three of us, via Angela, that he doesn't need this bullshit in his life and we are just causing a bunch of drama. Now I will address this drama crap in a second. It deserves it own paragraph. First though Angela calls me. I know what's coming and this time she was much like when I was pissed off because of him (translation: a lot of foul language and ending with she didn't ever want to speak to him again). Needless to say that we haven't spoken to John since. He's tried to apologize to Angela, but she's not having it. He tries to antagonize William and myself, but we aren't having that either. I thought he didn't want to talk to us anymore but he's the one that keeps speaking to us while we ignore him.

So now why is it that most of people who say they don't need all this drama in their lives have the drama because they CREATE it. This nut blames us for causing drama, but if he hadn't opened his mouth in the first place none of this would have happened. Then when questioned about, it he lied. When he gets caught he tries to blame me and then blatantly disrespects me, which results in me cussing him out. BUT THE THREE OF US ARE CAUSING DRAMA. William doesn't say anything through all this. He just happens to be with me, but he's causing drama. I don't get it. I'm glad that he's basically out of my life. He's rude, annoying, and has no respect for people. You can tell that by the way he talks to people. He wonders why no one likes him. We used to say it was because he was young, but he's almost 25 years old. He asks us our opinion and then get mad when we tell him the opposite of what he wants to hear. He asks our advice and does the opposite of what we tell him, and ends up getting in trouble with people. I'm sorry. He needs to get over it and grow the hell up.

The again what do I know? I'm just a gossip queen.

There Can Only Be One of Me!

Well...I've never had this happen before. Not in all of my thirty (or almost 30) years. A guy who has to try to be excatly like me. Maybe that's not what it is, but it sure seems like it. One of my friends (who is like my second mom) has already said something about it. We need to have a talk. I just got a new cellphone (man I love T-mobile), and he was with me when I got it. Thank God I didn't get unlimited text messages. My phone would be quite busy right now. Anyway, will I was downloding ringtones it was discovered that his phone doesn't support mp3s. That kind of explained why I was getting much better sounding ringtones. Now he wants to get a brand new phone to make up for it. This is after he went out and bought the same jacket I bought the exact same day. I mean same color and everything. Now the jacket thing doesn't bother me all that much. Jeez, just let the phone thing go. He got so mad the other night it was ridiculous. Besides, my phone is not exactly better than his. His takes pics and video (which is the reason why he bought the phone in the first place, and my phone doesn't. I didn't really care. IT'S JUST A DAMN PHONE!!!! As long as it rings, and I can talk on it, I really could care less what other stuff it does.

Oh well we really can't be to much a like. We have totally different taste in guys. Thank God! I think his taste in guys is hideous, but that's just me.