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moving, douches, size.
2011-02-15 @ 7:51 p.m.
i helped my cousin move today. she's been there to help me every single time i've moved, so i owe her like 3 more moves. she lives an hour and a half away from me, in a beach town, and moved to another beach town about 20 minutes away from the other. it's funny how some people are beach people, some city people, some rural people. my best friend is so a city person. she can't get enough. every chance she gets, she's on the train into philly to wander around. boy and i realized we're so not city people the other night when we went there. too much walking around, too much noise and busyness. that's why we're excited to move and buy our little farm together. we're going to have goats and chickens and definitely a large garden. also, there will be a small greenhouse for our homegrown. this is a given, and also why we will never be able to live in a condo or anything. but anyway, my cousin's boyfriend J is a total douchebag. i was really trying to give this guy a chance, but he's proven so douchey that i can no longer tolerate him. months ago, we took a long trip with cuz and J, and he made a few really tacky comments in the car on the way, and on the way home (a 4 hour drive) forced us all to listen to a baseball game on AM radio even though we all protested. it was so miserable. then, probably a month and a half ago? we all went out to dinner and he was telling us how he frequently goes to bars and drinks to the point of passing out, waking up on the floor, and doesn't remember anything. that's totally cool when you're unemployed and like 18-20 years old, but we're totally almost 30, dude. that stopped being cool a long time ago. then today was the last straw. i woke up at 6:30, drove 2.5 hours (with traffic) to my cousin's apartment, and helped her and a couple friends pack her car, my car, and their cars, then took it to the new place, unloaded, and repeated. we got the cars all packed for the second trip and J shows up. he just stood there and watched us pack the last few things, and he said, "what can i take?" and cuz said, "nothing, we're going to take the rest later." so me and the two friends went ahead, and cousin and J headed to the parking lot so they could come. i got to the new place first, then the two friends showed up. maybe 10 minutes later, cuz showed up (she had to fill her tank on the way). we were going back and forth, taking everything in from the 4 cars, and i'm like, "where is J?" and she said, "i don't know, he left with me." so we got most things in and she called him, asking where he was, and he said that since he was helping her later he didn't bother to come now. wtf? did you not see the 4 full car loads of shit we just packed??? so cuz went outside and i think had an angry conversation with him. we finished all the rest of the stuff, and pretty much passed out on the floor, and who the fuck shows up once everything is done!? this fucking guy!!! you know he waited until he thought we were totally done before he came. i hate him so much. finally, four separate people, one of whom was boy, told me that i look like i've lost weight. finally! so glad this new program is working for me. and i'm only a week in. so, so happy. boy said that when i get to "the magic size" (the size i want to be when this is done, that is a secret to him, a size 10 - trust me, i'm incredibly curvy) he'll buy my clothes for me. what else could a girl ask for!? i'm delighted. |