No taksies No keepsies

I hate when people have something of mine and refuse to give it back. If you know you have my Tiffany's bracelet which I got when I graduated highschool, give it back. I don't care if you borrowed it and we lost touch, you're my facebook friend and I see you update so don't act like you didn't see my message in your inbox. FB leaves a little red notifier until you check it out. Rude.

I hate when someone has my xbox because I was nice enough to let them borrow it for a week while they get their cable set up and then when I ask for it back because my awesome best friend Betty got me an xbox live subscription and a netflix subscription and I want to start using it and never leave me house, they start acting shady. I hate that a month later they are still trying to be funny on the phone but are somehow never home or can't just drop it off to me. It's not yours. Plain and simple. Not. Yours.

Kindergartners learn about no taksies no keepsies, so why can't you?

I finally had to go over, tell them I was there, and was like, I'm taking it. They were like fine because what could they do? They knew that it was mine and they don't lock their door and the landlord has no problem letting me in. I hate having to act that way but enough is enough. So in addition to being a jerk, they make me hate them for putting me in a situation where I had to act against my more laid back nature.

I hate when people borrow my books and don't return them. Except for Betty and my Mom, I pretty much refuse to borrow books. Last time I borrowed my copy of Enders Game to someone, I had to track them down to a Walgreen's to get it back. My books hold sentimental memories for me, especially that copy and I wasn't about to let months go by without asking for it. I clearly learned my lesson from the Tiffany's bracelet.

Seriously though, Netflix? Amazing. I got to know 30 Rock pretty well last night and even took it to bed with me (thanks iphone Netflix app!) I watched some Up and you know that since Center Stage is on, I will be rewatching my fav scenes over and over.

Last week I definitely did not hate the amount of good looking boys I was in the company of. I saw "The Other Guys" with my hot hot friend/crush who is an amazing person and I can be 100% myself with. We had dinner and then saw the movie and I really don't know a nicer guy.

Then the next night I saw a friend I hadn't seen in about 5 years. We met, went out a few times and whatnot and have stayed friends all this time. He has been all over the place for school but we always have ghcat and whatnot so we've stayed pretty close. Tall and handsome, extremely intelligent (dude went to Harvard, what?), and funny, he's awesome. We hung out, had some food, and ended the night with a conversation on boy bands and lady gaga. I hate that more guys like that seem to live everywhere but my city. As Betty and the girls from B*Witched would say, C'est La Vie.

Also this week I saw my hot hook up. Well we always hook up when we see each other but we don't hang out otherwise although we have many mutual friends. Which leads me to why I hate people with big mouths who love to cause trouble and proclaim innocence. Seriously, don't you get tired of being so phony? Betty always says that whatever else people want to say about me, they always know where I stand. When you get caught being an asshole, don't blame it on the weatherman, blame it on yourself (what? 2 b*witched references? yeah that's how I roll). Anywho I saw the guy and it's nice to share a kind of darker, intimate, almost animalistic (is that even a word?) relationship that's very separate from my normal life.

I guess it's like Golidlocks searching for the right bed. I'll know it when it feels right but it can be fun trying to get there.

Oh! I hate when I let my hair air dry for too long before I blow dry!

Also, my new job (nothing exciting but something new and fun. Ever see the movie waiting? It's like that) Anway it has kept me super busy, I worked a double yesterday and my feet were dying! Thank God Liz Lemmon and Tracy Jordan were there to distract me.

Also Also....I already call JWoww for my Halloween Costume. LiLu, I expect something Jersey from you! I'll come visit if you do :)

Gators needs his gat. Don't go chasin waterfalls.

Seriously, go see "the other guys" before it leaves theaters.

Love,

Veronica

the one where LC and Marilyn give great advice.

All you wonderful people who wished me Happy Bday? I love you. Your comments made my day and when you hear about my birthday, you'll know I needed it. So thank you from the bottom of my heart.

edit. so i took this post down because, while it did me good to get it off my chest and vent, im done and dont want to even remember it.

Love,

Veronica

I hate the high road: or why being morally superior can suck

{What Up with That Wednesday is now in session!}

I hate taking the high road. You know, the road where you do the right thing but somehow the other person gets all the rewards? I know that in the end karma is a bitch and blah blah they'll get what they deserve but it still isn't fun watching a completely undeserving person get rewarded for well, being a jerk.

I hate the ex friend who talked CRAZY shit about me to a ton of people which was all lies. He was privately a VERY different person that most people saw him as and really, a big fake. I took the high road and didn't spill all the secrets that would have burned him socially and professionally. When people hate me because of him it gets me really upset. I feel like screaming and shouting and throwing a tantrum and letting them know how much shit their "friend" talked about them but what's the use? People have to figure things out for themselves.

I hate the ex boyfriend who is a spoiled brat who treats everyone horrible but is so charming everyone forgives him. The guy who lies to everyone, who is lazy, who can never be depended on but yet somehow everyone knows this and can't stand him but when you're in the room with him you forget it all. I hate that I worked so hard and people respect me more but still hang out with him. I hate that at the end of the day when I could do a lot of things to him I don't because I'm just not vindictive.

I hate having the power to really mess up someones life they way they've hurt mine or someone I've loved yet don't because I am a person who doesn't stoop that low. I hate feeling angry when I know I should feel good about myself and my decisions. I suppose I feel saltier that a bag of salt n' vinegar chips but sometimes I can't help it. It is really frustrating to work hard and watch people cheat and lie and get rewards based on that.

I also hate people who have 15 items and still go in the 10 items of less check out lane.

I hate people who can't decide for themselves how they feel about a person and rely on other people.

I hate feeling about bad about people not worth my time.

I hate waiting a week for True Blood and all summer for more Glee.

But things I love?

@LivitLuvit, in the @MTVTJ search for MTV’s 1st Twitter Jockey! #zyncmtvtj. Follow her!

Love,

Veronica