So as I have told you before, most of my friends on Facebook are hot women I've never met IRL and probably never will -- models, Playboy Playmates, pornstars, fitness babes and other women whose photos I've gotten hard to and decided, "What the hell, I'll friend them to see if I she replies back."
I have lost several of those hotties. Some I probably don't even know it. But sometimes I lose them because I say something. It's happened before. It happened again Monday, and this time I feel really bad about it.
She's a model, but she is also a Denny's waitress in eastern Washington state. It's those Cinderella types, the ones who are secretly hot under people's noses, who turn me on. And she seemed to be a cool chick too. She's a normal girl -- has friends, complains about work, and most importantly, loves her late Grandmother. I can totally relate. I don't think we've had any deep conversations through Messenger, but she commented on my comments a couple times. Most importantly, she's a babe.
On Monday she had a new, pithy status update: "Hot tub? Yes!" I love a girl in a hot tub. So I said in the comments, "How about a picture?"
THAT'S ALL I SAID!!! THAT'S ALL I SAID!!!
I checked several minutes later to see she replied. Oh, goody. I click on the link ... and it says the status update is not available. Uh-oh. I look her up on Facebook ... and it said next to her name, "Add Friend."
Oh, goddammit.
I thought she would be cool with it. I didn't think, at all, that she'd be so disgusted and/or freaked out that she would defriend me. At the very least she could do what another model did: Chastise me and ask me nicely to delete my comment. Phew. But no reprieve here. Everything we said about her job at Denny's and her late grandmother -- pew! Out the window.
But you know, maybe I didn't have the right to think that she react coolly to what I said. Maybe I should have realized that I don't know these people at all, so they might be offended at a perverted comment. And I could be all cavalier and go, "Well, if these model babes don't like what I say, those aren't the babes I want to follow." But you know, maybe I done fucked this one up.
I apologized to her through Messenger. But I think I lost this one for good.
Wednesday, July 12, 2017
Tuesday, July 11, 2017
Seriously, $500?!
This has gotten ridiculous.
My parents have a dispute over someone regarding a house they wanted to buy, then didn't. As part of the initial feeling-out process, they had to throw in a deposit to the title company that would be held in escrow. At some point, for whatever reason (and I'm not going to even ask), my parents decided against it. And so they wanted their deposit back. It appears as though they had done everything right in order to get it back. But let's just say there has been some dispute over that.
Finally, we (well, actually I on behalf of My Father) reached out to the seller's reps and asked for it back. They came back with an offer to split the deposit in order to be done with it. My Father wanted the week I was in Hong Kong to think about it.
After thinking about it Sunday night and asking Mother Monday morning, he came up with a counter-proposal: How about instead of 50/50, we take two-thirds and then one-third? They actually have asked me to e-mail them asking for what amounts to an extra $500.
Jesus friggin' Christ, why?
My God, I'm going to do it. I was supposed to e-mail them earlier tonight, but I passed out -- most likely due to exhaustion, but it might be because I was so fucking blown away by the audacity and pettiness of this request. I can't believe they're going to quibble with such a puny amount of money. But yep, this is what I'm going to do once I blog post this.
Seriously, $500?
My parents have a dispute over someone regarding a house they wanted to buy, then didn't. As part of the initial feeling-out process, they had to throw in a deposit to the title company that would be held in escrow. At some point, for whatever reason (and I'm not going to even ask), my parents decided against it. And so they wanted their deposit back. It appears as though they had done everything right in order to get it back. But let's just say there has been some dispute over that.
Finally, we (well, actually I on behalf of My Father) reached out to the seller's reps and asked for it back. They came back with an offer to split the deposit in order to be done with it. My Father wanted the week I was in Hong Kong to think about it.
After thinking about it Sunday night and asking Mother Monday morning, he came up with a counter-proposal: How about instead of 50/50, we take two-thirds and then one-third? They actually have asked me to e-mail them asking for what amounts to an extra $500.
Jesus friggin' Christ, why?
My God, I'm going to do it. I was supposed to e-mail them earlier tonight, but I passed out -- most likely due to exhaustion, but it might be because I was so fucking blown away by the audacity and pettiness of this request. I can't believe they're going to quibble with such a puny amount of money. But yep, this is what I'm going to do once I blog post this.
Seriously, $500?
Monday, July 10, 2017
Expenses Without Receipt
OK, starting from Sunday, July 9:
- Actually we start on Saturday, July 8. Still am sticking with my policy of not putting in this EWR anything I spent in Hong Kong because the conversion is too complicated. But I did get a white chocolate mocha from Seattle's Best at the airport in Seattle-Tacoma on my way back home. Did you know that Seattle's Best is now owned by Starbucks? Friend told me that a long time ago. With tip: $5.79
- Tuesday, Independence Day ... on my way to Hong Kong I went to Ivar's Seafood Bar at SEATAC, a place recommended here. I got everything the article recommended through a combo, and with the tax the damn total price ended with, like, four cents, and I put all my change into a purse I threw into my bag because I didn't want to deal with taking my coins out of my pants when going through security. But I didn't know exactly where the pouch was. After about 15 seconds the checkout person just told me, "Forget it." I kind of thought she might say that, but I thank her nevertheless. Total: $17.
- Monday, July 3: Actually told the truth; told my parents today that I didn't have to work. Went to Caribou to get a dollar off a large drink. With mini-cookie and tip: $6.55.
- On Sunday, July 2 I went to My Favorite Stripclub (Non-Cover Division). Hadn't been there in a while, and with Grandmother's death I wasn't in a festive occasion. But I didn't want to be such a stranger that people start to wonder about me, so I popped my head in for an hour. Madison was there and she worked me over for a lapdance. Again. With tips for only two of the girls there (all the strippers working nowadays are new!) and coffee and the total came out to: $27.75.
- Now we go all the way back to Thursday, June 29, where I started off my day at the combo Caribou/Einstein for a bagel and mocha. With tip: $8.32.
- After the study at the U., then going down south to pick up a watch from this chick on the side, I went to Cupcake at the Megamall for a cupcake, which I haven't had in a long time. Great place, still wonder how they're still in business. With tip: $3.25.
- On Wednesday the 28th -- uh, I was really busy. Kind of happens when you have time off. Started my day at the Starbucks close to my shrink's. Mocha plus tip: $5.02.
- I confessed to my psychiatrist that I was driving down to see ****e to get blown by her. Did not know she was willing to have unprotected sex too, woo-hoo! Guess I no longer had to be afraid of not being able to cum without jerking myself off! Didn't like her reaching for the money while she was telling me how to work her remote control, though. Total: $120.
- Oh, after that I had to go to the library to look one more time to see if I should change my flight to get a cheaper flight. Didn't. Did print out an invoice and coupon, though: 40 cents.
- Tuesday, June 27 -- first day off in a long time. Started off at Caribou, where I could get some at a rock bottom price (I got a chocolate croissant) if I bought a large drink (I got a mocha). Minus trivia and with tip it cost: $6.09.
- I then went to Lisa's in downtown to finally get my Docs shined for the first time in, oh, about ten months. Last time she said that she wanted to use her own shoe polish instead of the Doc's ones I bought and bring with me because the combination of the Dubbin' and polish don't give my boots the shine Lisa thinks her polish would. I acceded to her wishes and showed up with just my shoes on. Her polish did give it some shine and I think they're protecting them just fine. So I said I would alternate bringing my stuff and using her stuff from now on. Fair trade. I did not have a whole lot of small bills with me, however, so I left a tip that I know is much smaller than what I usually give. A total of: $10.
- I then had to burn rubber to get to the theater to watch Pirates Of The Caribbean 5, the latest sequel in what has become to be a tired exercise in revenue-generating for the Disney Company. It wasn't good, and I suspected that the events in this movie contradicts what happened in the overall narrative of the POTC "universe" established (supposedly) in past films. Also, it wasn't that exciting. But hey, it was great to see Orlando Bloom and Keira Knightley back. I wonder how much money it took to bring back Knightley, especially considering she didn't have to talk at all. Grade: Uh, C, and that might be being generous. Total for ticket, popcorn and pop: $9.64.
- On Monday the 26th we finished the project a few hours early, so I spent the rest of the afternoon at a place close to the test scoring place called the Sunshine Factory. I don't know how long it's been around, but I'm astounded that there is a restaurant called the Sunshine Factory and that it hasn't closed down in the year since I last went there. Hey, more power to them. And I love their generous Happy Hour, where I could get a burger (I got their version of the Jucy Lucy) for an unbeatable price. With beer and tip it all cost me just: $9.60.
- On Sunday, June 25 I started off at Caffetto. Wanted to wean myself off of caffeine, so I got a hot chocolate. With tip: $3.50.
- This was the day where I was going to go to the nursing home and break the news to Grandmother's best friend that she died. To get myself ready, I decided to have lunch, but I didn't know where. I decided I was going to just drive around and find the first fast food place I see. I saw a Subway, but when I crossed the mall area where the Cub Foods was close by, I saw a little food truck that was set up right in front of it. It was a charity truck, where members of the Bloomington Jefferson cheerleading squad was selling hot dogs and stuff to raise money. Seemed like fate I would eat there for lunch. Hot dog, chips, Coke and donation: $3.25.
- After coming back from breaking the news to her (she started to cry, but then she moved on to other things, so I don't know if her short-term memory is bad), I went to Great Clips. As of Sunday I did not know the funeral arrangements (Grandmother's grandson told me the next day, Monday), but I wanted to get my hair cut just in case I could go. Turned out it was the right move. Had a coupon, so with tip it came out to be: $15.
- Back on Saturday the 24th I went to Klein Bank. Back when my parents still had The Store, Mother made me open up an account there in order to avoid fees on transactions with vendors. There's still money in it, so I have to keep depositing money in it to keep it active. Except it had become inactive when I went there. Had to fill out a form (the account's in my name) in order to reactive it. OK. I only put in: $1.
- Went to the library to print out invoices I needed to make for my folks. Total: 40 cents.
- Went to the United game that evening. Last win (as of press time) for that team. Hot dog and Redd's: $14.50.
- Finished the night at Glam Doll, the new one close by TCF Bank Stadium and my house. Got two donuts (both flecked in Pride colors because it was Pride Weekend) and chased it down with a beer, Insight's Banshee Cutter. Should you pair beer with donuts? With tip: $11.75.
Sunday, July 9, 2017
The Weekly Minnesota Sports Survey
#-1: Timberwolves (Last Week: -5). In a pretty dreary screening week for local sports (so thank Buddha I wasn't around and instead headed to Hong Kong to say goodbye to Grandmother), I've decided to give this week's top spot to a team that's not even in-season.
Last year's massive increase in the salary cap thanks to the start of massive TV contracts have turned the Silly Season in the NBA into the Stupid Season. There definitely are alpha dogs (Warriors, Celtics) and teams that have no shot at anything substantial. But because there is so much money, every team is churning through players, even if they are just doing so as a receptacle for bad contracts from players teams don't want.
The Timberwolves ... well, I don't think their trade for Jimmy Butler is that earth-shaking now that they sent Ricky Rubio and got back in return Jeff Teague. Butler by himself doesn't make Minnesota the contender to the Dubs in the West. But this week they did start to play by signing players. They are role players to be sure, but they are putting feet in the water, and I will take it on faith that these are good acquisitions. Jamal Crawford helps with the outside shooting this squad still lacks, and Taj Gibson is a locker room fella who will spell some minutes for Karl-Anthony Towns and Gorgui Deng at the Forward spots. Gibson is also a former Chicago Bull under Head Coach Tom Thibodeau, so Thibs' plan to Get The Band Back Together continues apace. Whether it leads the Wolves to title contenders soon remains to be seen. Oh yeah, it doesn't help Gibson's image as a leader in the lockerroom when he's arrested in New York City for driving with a suspended license. It could be worse though; why was his license suspended? Still, for what he and Crawford can contribute on the court, and because the other three teams on this list had shittier weeks, the Woofie Dogs can claim a summer title: Best team on The Weekly Minnesota Sports Survey for the week.
#-2: Twins (Last Week: -3). Have you heard of the show Gleeman & The Geek, airing Sunday afternoons on KFAN? They are a baseball-only, sabermetric show that talks all things Twins. Great show, even though their fealty to advanced stats makes me think they'll raise kids that'll become serial killers (don't ask, that just makes sense to me). They talked about how, if the Twinks are still contenders around the trade deadline, they need to make a trade for three players: A #3 or #4 Pitcher; a bona fide reliever; and an Outfielder who can hit. Both Gleeman and John Bonnes (the "Geek") say that these are trades for which the organization can give up plenty of prospects for which it has been determined they don't have much of a future in the big leagues, so why not give them up and try and make a run for the postseason?
They're right. This team isn't awful; they lost the series in Kansas City, came home and took two-of-three against the Angels, and are right now trying to avoid a split with Baltimore. Their treading of water now has them a couple games behind Cleveland in the division, so there's a greater chance that the club will throw in the towel instead of fortifying for a playoff run. But unless they lose for two weeks (which could happen), why not take a flyer? They're probably going to finish in the middle in baseball this year; might as well try and get closer to the top and risk falling closer to the bottom than just staying where they are.
This week is the All-Star Game. Major League Baseball resumes play afterward; the Twins begin the second half of the season in Houston for three next weekend.
#-3: Lynx (Last Week: -1). I knew it! I knew it! I knew that the Jynx weren't going to get out of last week with an unblemished record; I just didn't know how. Turns out they were susceptible to the let-down. They concentrated on taking out the Los Angeles Sparks, the team that came into Target Center and humiliated them by winning Game 5 and thus the WNBA Championship, defeating them at Xcel 88-77 Thursday. But then came playing the Sky in Chicago, and even though it was Saturday, they seemed beat and thus got clobbered, 100-76. Kind of embarrassing, and it makes me worried that this team is not as deep as it should be.
Since MLB is in its All-Star Break I always thought this was a great time for the WNBA to accelerate its schedule. Have every team play at least twice between Monday and Thursday to fill the void left by baseball. But no; the Lynx will visit Phoenix on Friday, and that's it, at least for our team.
#-4: United FC (Last Week: -4). I'm still trying to give these guys wide latitude, but now that their winless streak has reached three and their losing streak two after a desultory 1-0 loss to Columbus at TCF Bank Stadium Independence Night, it's back to desperation mode for the Loons. It's becoming apparent that this side has no depth, and so the summer transfer window comes at no better time for them to find bodies that can play. They need ... well, they need everybody, but at least one player from each line (Goaltender [and that's a maybe], Defenseman, Midfielder and Forward). Chemistry issues will come later, but right now they just need subs, let alone guys that can play 90 minutes. Because any faint hopes United can contend for a playoff spot is going right out the window.
There's an exhibition match against Mexican club Atlas Saturday, so the next "real" game comes on the 19th.
Last year's massive increase in the salary cap thanks to the start of massive TV contracts have turned the Silly Season in the NBA into the Stupid Season. There definitely are alpha dogs (Warriors, Celtics) and teams that have no shot at anything substantial. But because there is so much money, every team is churning through players, even if they are just doing so as a receptacle for bad contracts from players teams don't want.
The Timberwolves ... well, I don't think their trade for Jimmy Butler is that earth-shaking now that they sent Ricky Rubio and got back in return Jeff Teague. Butler by himself doesn't make Minnesota the contender to the Dubs in the West. But this week they did start to play by signing players. They are role players to be sure, but they are putting feet in the water, and I will take it on faith that these are good acquisitions. Jamal Crawford helps with the outside shooting this squad still lacks, and Taj Gibson is a locker room fella who will spell some minutes for Karl-Anthony Towns and Gorgui Deng at the Forward spots. Gibson is also a former Chicago Bull under Head Coach Tom Thibodeau, so Thibs' plan to Get The Band Back Together continues apace. Whether it leads the Wolves to title contenders soon remains to be seen. Oh yeah, it doesn't help Gibson's image as a leader in the lockerroom when he's arrested in New York City for driving with a suspended license. It could be worse though; why was his license suspended? Still, for what he and Crawford can contribute on the court, and because the other three teams on this list had shittier weeks, the Woofie Dogs can claim a summer title: Best team on The Weekly Minnesota Sports Survey for the week.
#-2: Twins (Last Week: -3). Have you heard of the show Gleeman & The Geek, airing Sunday afternoons on KFAN? They are a baseball-only, sabermetric show that talks all things Twins. Great show, even though their fealty to advanced stats makes me think they'll raise kids that'll become serial killers (don't ask, that just makes sense to me). They talked about how, if the Twinks are still contenders around the trade deadline, they need to make a trade for three players: A #3 or #4 Pitcher; a bona fide reliever; and an Outfielder who can hit. Both Gleeman and John Bonnes (the "Geek") say that these are trades for which the organization can give up plenty of prospects for which it has been determined they don't have much of a future in the big leagues, so why not give them up and try and make a run for the postseason?
They're right. This team isn't awful; they lost the series in Kansas City, came home and took two-of-three against the Angels, and are right now trying to avoid a split with Baltimore. Their treading of water now has them a couple games behind Cleveland in the division, so there's a greater chance that the club will throw in the towel instead of fortifying for a playoff run. But unless they lose for two weeks (which could happen), why not take a flyer? They're probably going to finish in the middle in baseball this year; might as well try and get closer to the top and risk falling closer to the bottom than just staying where they are.
This week is the All-Star Game. Major League Baseball resumes play afterward; the Twins begin the second half of the season in Houston for three next weekend.
#-3: Lynx (Last Week: -1). I knew it! I knew it! I knew that the Jynx weren't going to get out of last week with an unblemished record; I just didn't know how. Turns out they were susceptible to the let-down. They concentrated on taking out the Los Angeles Sparks, the team that came into Target Center and humiliated them by winning Game 5 and thus the WNBA Championship, defeating them at Xcel 88-77 Thursday. But then came playing the Sky in Chicago, and even though it was Saturday, they seemed beat and thus got clobbered, 100-76. Kind of embarrassing, and it makes me worried that this team is not as deep as it should be.
Since MLB is in its All-Star Break I always thought this was a great time for the WNBA to accelerate its schedule. Have every team play at least twice between Monday and Thursday to fill the void left by baseball. But no; the Lynx will visit Phoenix on Friday, and that's it, at least for our team.
#-4: United FC (Last Week: -4). I'm still trying to give these guys wide latitude, but now that their winless streak has reached three and their losing streak two after a desultory 1-0 loss to Columbus at TCF Bank Stadium Independence Night, it's back to desperation mode for the Loons. It's becoming apparent that this side has no depth, and so the summer transfer window comes at no better time for them to find bodies that can play. They need ... well, they need everybody, but at least one player from each line (Goaltender [and that's a maybe], Defenseman, Midfielder and Forward). Chemistry issues will come later, but right now they just need subs, let alone guys that can play 90 minutes. Because any faint hopes United can contend for a playoff spot is going right out the window.
There's an exhibition match against Mexican club Atlas Saturday, so the next "real" game comes on the 19th.
Saturday, July 8, 2017
My Brother Remains An Unmitigated Fucking Asshole
So I'm home, and I'm so glad that trip to Hong Kong is over. Got through Grandmother's cremation, for one. The other turned out to be a disappointment: My brother remains an unmitigated fucking asshole.
Man, just thinking about how he treated me is triggering violent thoughts in me. It's really hard to type this out. But here goes.
It started before that motherfucker even touched down at the airport, texting that I was a dickhead out of the blue after I asked an innocent question he thought was stupid. He does that all the time. He always did that. Either because of Grandmother or because he immediately went back to being an asshole again, I just out and out threatened to punch him the face if he called me a dickhead again. Oh, and I called him an asshole. He did call me a dickhead, and I didn't have the balls to go through with my promise and coldcock him, even though I had a couple chances once we got back to the hotel. But in the back of my mind I knew that I couldn't show up to see Grandmother one final time with him having one black eye and one having one busted-up hand. And I'm trying to think through this -- that no matter how My Asshole Brother bullies me, if I hit him, I can't come back from that, no matter how justified I feel. So yes, I broke a promise, but I'm trying to believe that I did the right thing.
It continued after we got home from shopping after the cremation and dinner with the family. Sister and I stayed up before we had dinner to go to, and I started philosophizing because I'm deep. After that, and because I said something, My Asshole Brother says, "Oh, before I forget -- did you bring earplugs?" That was a shot at me. I, frankly, was taken aback. It hurt me, it really did. But I realize that deep musings are things that I always do, and I was having a conversation with my sister and not him, and she seemed fine with it, so, um, fuck him.
The worst thing, though, was the dinner. My Asshole Brother becomes an entirely different person when he's a social situation. With us he's a surly, sullen prick who only speaks in insults. With my family (such as my sister's destination wedding), he turns into a loud, obnoxious motormouth who is always cracking really shitty jokes. Oh, and he drinks too, a lot. Seriously, he's a fucking drunk. So's my uncle, I'm afraid. Friday night they were trying to drink each other under the table. Neither did, but they were plenty shit-faced.
When we said goodbye, my uncle was so drunk that he started walking behind My Asshole Brother up to our hotel room; his wife (my aunt) and his daughters (my cousins) had to coax him to walk back the other way to their place. That's when I mentioned to my sis, "He seems to be half in the damn bag." And that's when My Asshole Brother repeated what I said but grumbled -- you know, how you sound when you recount someone saying something stupid? You know, a dumb-guy voice? That's what he was saying. And then I said something else, maybe I was insulting him, and he did it again. Seriously, this fucker is 42 years old and he's reduced to repeating what people say to him like a boy 30 years younger. And drunk.
I could go on, but I can't. All I wonder now is where our "relationship" is now that he basically set it on fire with his juvenile behavior. I really think I shouldn't see him for a while. And so if my parents are planning dinner with him and his wife and daughter ... man, I think I have to be busy then.
Man, just thinking about how he treated me is triggering violent thoughts in me. It's really hard to type this out. But here goes.
It started before that motherfucker even touched down at the airport, texting that I was a dickhead out of the blue after I asked an innocent question he thought was stupid. He does that all the time. He always did that. Either because of Grandmother or because he immediately went back to being an asshole again, I just out and out threatened to punch him the face if he called me a dickhead again. Oh, and I called him an asshole. He did call me a dickhead, and I didn't have the balls to go through with my promise and coldcock him, even though I had a couple chances once we got back to the hotel. But in the back of my mind I knew that I couldn't show up to see Grandmother one final time with him having one black eye and one having one busted-up hand. And I'm trying to think through this -- that no matter how My Asshole Brother bullies me, if I hit him, I can't come back from that, no matter how justified I feel. So yes, I broke a promise, but I'm trying to believe that I did the right thing.
It continued after we got home from shopping after the cremation and dinner with the family. Sister and I stayed up before we had dinner to go to, and I started philosophizing because I'm deep. After that, and because I said something, My Asshole Brother says, "Oh, before I forget -- did you bring earplugs?" That was a shot at me. I, frankly, was taken aback. It hurt me, it really did. But I realize that deep musings are things that I always do, and I was having a conversation with my sister and not him, and she seemed fine with it, so, um, fuck him.
The worst thing, though, was the dinner. My Asshole Brother becomes an entirely different person when he's a social situation. With us he's a surly, sullen prick who only speaks in insults. With my family (such as my sister's destination wedding), he turns into a loud, obnoxious motormouth who is always cracking really shitty jokes. Oh, and he drinks too, a lot. Seriously, he's a fucking drunk. So's my uncle, I'm afraid. Friday night they were trying to drink each other under the table. Neither did, but they were plenty shit-faced.
When we said goodbye, my uncle was so drunk that he started walking behind My Asshole Brother up to our hotel room; his wife (my aunt) and his daughters (my cousins) had to coax him to walk back the other way to their place. That's when I mentioned to my sis, "He seems to be half in the damn bag." And that's when My Asshole Brother repeated what I said but grumbled -- you know, how you sound when you recount someone saying something stupid? You know, a dumb-guy voice? That's what he was saying. And then I said something else, maybe I was insulting him, and he did it again. Seriously, this fucker is 42 years old and he's reduced to repeating what people say to him like a boy 30 years younger. And drunk.
I could go on, but I can't. All I wonder now is where our "relationship" is now that he basically set it on fire with his juvenile behavior. I really think I shouldn't see him for a while. And so if my parents are planning dinner with him and his wife and daughter ... man, I think I have to be busy then.
Tuesday, July 4, 2017
The Dominoes Are Starting To Fall
I leave for Hong Kong very, very soon. May not be blog posting for a while.
Probably not the best time to blog post something deep and long, but I'll do my best to shorten it.
Yesterday I was debating whether or not to drop by My Favorite Stripclub (Non-Cover Edition). I finally did because I thought I had time. There were no pushy strippers there, although that bitch of a waitress was. I did get a dance from the stalwart Jayden, so my decision panned out.
After Jayden and I got done I looked over at this wall display they have. It contains trophies the employees there won in pool and bowling tournaments. Tucked in the corner was an open pamphlet. There was a woman there. I recognize the photo from Facebook. It was Jasmine, a former stripper at this place.
The pamphlet was a funeral service brochure. Jasmine died.
I believe she was the first stripper from this club who gave me a handjob. Did it twice, although I cajoled her both times. But she did it, and therefore I am forever grateful.
The last time I saw her, I think, was when she had quit the bar but was back drinking for its Christmas party. She did an impromptu lap dance for me; she even took off her jeans and panties to flash me her pussy. I had seen her a couple times around town. She did not live too far from me. Always wondered if she needed to make some money on the side so I could get wanked by her again.
We were friends on Facebook, and after she quit that was the only way I was connected with her. And I wasn't really connected with her all that much. Besides those couple times around town, we didn't really bump into each other the past, oh, five years at least. Our relationship, such as it was, wasn't all that deep. She teased me once that she'd tell everybody at the strip bar she touched my pee-pee. In retrospect, I wish she did. Her very sporadic posts on Facebook centered around her two kids or reverse racism. The latter was strange because I believe one her kids is half-black. A stripper who's a Republican? Should not be surprised as I am, but I am.
I hadn't even heard anything from her in months, if not years, on Facebook. But she died around Memorial Day. Don't know why, but she was only 37. I have no idea what happened, and I don't know who to ask about what happened because all her stripper girlfriends have moved on.
Guess I don't know what else to say beyond this besides I didn't need another death to think about.
Alas, poor Jasmine, I knew her well. ...
Probably not the best time to blog post something deep and long, but I'll do my best to shorten it.
Yesterday I was debating whether or not to drop by My Favorite Stripclub (Non-Cover Edition). I finally did because I thought I had time. There were no pushy strippers there, although that bitch of a waitress was. I did get a dance from the stalwart Jayden, so my decision panned out.
After Jayden and I got done I looked over at this wall display they have. It contains trophies the employees there won in pool and bowling tournaments. Tucked in the corner was an open pamphlet. There was a woman there. I recognize the photo from Facebook. It was Jasmine, a former stripper at this place.
The pamphlet was a funeral service brochure. Jasmine died.
I believe she was the first stripper from this club who gave me a handjob. Did it twice, although I cajoled her both times. But she did it, and therefore I am forever grateful.
The last time I saw her, I think, was when she had quit the bar but was back drinking for its Christmas party. She did an impromptu lap dance for me; she even took off her jeans and panties to flash me her pussy. I had seen her a couple times around town. She did not live too far from me. Always wondered if she needed to make some money on the side so I could get wanked by her again.
We were friends on Facebook, and after she quit that was the only way I was connected with her. And I wasn't really connected with her all that much. Besides those couple times around town, we didn't really bump into each other the past, oh, five years at least. Our relationship, such as it was, wasn't all that deep. She teased me once that she'd tell everybody at the strip bar she touched my pee-pee. In retrospect, I wish she did. Her very sporadic posts on Facebook centered around her two kids or reverse racism. The latter was strange because I believe one her kids is half-black. A stripper who's a Republican? Should not be surprised as I am, but I am.
I hadn't even heard anything from her in months, if not years, on Facebook. But she died around Memorial Day. Don't know why, but she was only 37. I have no idea what happened, and I don't know who to ask about what happened because all her stripper girlfriends have moved on.
Guess I don't know what else to say beyond this besides I didn't need another death to think about.
Alas, poor Jasmine, I knew her well. ...
Monday, July 3, 2017
Router Problems
Well of course My Fucking Father would start bitching about the wi-fi as soon as I bought a modem. We had to return the one Comcast gave us because everyone says it's stupid to keep renting it, especially since it's a combo modem/router. But as soon as I replaced it, Mother started complaining that she can't watch her goddamn Chinese soap operas on YouTube through Apple TV's AirPlay. I swear it has to be the video itself, or some motherfucking interference from, like, the lawnmower the neighbor turns on the same time of day Mother wants to watch. But no; just this evening, My Fucking Father goes in on me, saying that he doesn't like that my modem doesn't work when the rental that would cost me $120 a year was working just fine. He even went to Best Buy, where the young punk-ass who's working on commission confirmed it's my fault. Yeah, I'll get right on returning my kick-ass awesome modem the day before I leave for Hong Kong so I can see Grandmother -- who, by the way, was all the authority figure you never were -- turned to ash.
My God, what an asshole, and what a dick move one day before I leave the country.
He's going to clean out my room, I just know it. Hell, he just might move out my stuff and tell me to find my own apartment, too.
My God, what an asshole, and what a dick move one day before I leave the country.
He's going to clean out my room, I just know it. Hell, he just might move out my stuff and tell me to find my own apartment, too.
Addendum To: It Came Together Quick
Kind of old news, since things came together the middle of last week. But yep, it's all set. And thankfully my parents, who heard about me going through my siblings who don't live with my parents (like I do), are OK with me going.
The last thing that had to come together was to tell the test scoring place about me attending Grandmother's funeral and what they thought about it. She sounded genuinely sympathetic about my plight. But probably because it is against policy, the point person removed me from the project I agreed to the afternoon of my last day of the previous test scoring project, which also was the afternoon just before I got news of the funeral plans. But then she said that they probably would fall well short of the projected drop-dead date. In fact, she estimated that the project would end Wednesday the 5th, a mere four working days after it began. So, it's no big whoop that I didn't get to work that project -- assuming, of course, that it did get done as early as she thought it would.
But then I got to thinking. If I did not tell her I had to go Grandmother's funeral until I started the project -- say on Friday or today/Monday, I kind of think I would have been able to stay on. In fact, if we got done early enough -- say today/Monday the 3rd instead of Wednesday the 5th (with the added incentive of finishing it up before Independence Day), I could have worked the project to its completion and then I would be gone tomorrow/Tuesday. It would have been perfect. Alas, I don't know for sure that would happen, and besides, I don't want to lie to her in case she caught wind of my lie. Besides, I've been kind of busy the three days I would have worked.
Kind of an aside: This was the same test scoring place that had the field test I finally chose to do. We did not get cut early. In fact, I was able to stay past Friday and into Monday because I was asked to jump over to another group that was woefully behind [my former group got done Friday, so they were done on time]. I only worked for 35 hours or so that week. I also think about the other test scoring place. Maybe they worked extra hours to get the project done, and then maybe those people did get transferred to another project. Who knows? But in retrospect, my fears were unfounded; unless I get other information, I think I made the right decision. Whew!
One other thing: During my call with this contact, the person who removed me from the project told me that there is yet another project that got dumped onto the company. And luckily, it starts next Monday, the first workday after I come back from the funeral. Yes, I will take it. Now, it is slated to go only three weeks, and I get the feeling that it's going to less like the field test I did, where the time we were told we had work was just about right, and more about this project I could not do, where a projected two weeks is probably getting reduced to four days. Nevertheless this represents the longest unbroken stretch of steady employment ever since ... oh, 2011, my first year test scoring, where this company's long field tests took me well into the summer. Can't complain, especially if I am asked to work.
The last thing that had to come together was to tell the test scoring place about me attending Grandmother's funeral and what they thought about it. She sounded genuinely sympathetic about my plight. But probably because it is against policy, the point person removed me from the project I agreed to the afternoon of my last day of the previous test scoring project, which also was the afternoon just before I got news of the funeral plans. But then she said that they probably would fall well short of the projected drop-dead date. In fact, she estimated that the project would end Wednesday the 5th, a mere four working days after it began. So, it's no big whoop that I didn't get to work that project -- assuming, of course, that it did get done as early as she thought it would.
But then I got to thinking. If I did not tell her I had to go Grandmother's funeral until I started the project -- say on Friday or today/Monday, I kind of think I would have been able to stay on. In fact, if we got done early enough -- say today/Monday the 3rd instead of Wednesday the 5th (with the added incentive of finishing it up before Independence Day), I could have worked the project to its completion and then I would be gone tomorrow/Tuesday. It would have been perfect. Alas, I don't know for sure that would happen, and besides, I don't want to lie to her in case she caught wind of my lie. Besides, I've been kind of busy the three days I would have worked.
Kind of an aside: This was the same test scoring place that had the field test I finally chose to do. We did not get cut early. In fact, I was able to stay past Friday and into Monday because I was asked to jump over to another group that was woefully behind [my former group got done Friday, so they were done on time]. I only worked for 35 hours or so that week. I also think about the other test scoring place. Maybe they worked extra hours to get the project done, and then maybe those people did get transferred to another project. Who knows? But in retrospect, my fears were unfounded; unless I get other information, I think I made the right decision. Whew!
One other thing: During my call with this contact, the person who removed me from the project told me that there is yet another project that got dumped onto the company. And luckily, it starts next Monday, the first workday after I come back from the funeral. Yes, I will take it. Now, it is slated to go only three weeks, and I get the feeling that it's going to less like the field test I did, where the time we were told we had work was just about right, and more about this project I could not do, where a projected two weeks is probably getting reduced to four days. Nevertheless this represents the longest unbroken stretch of steady employment ever since ... oh, 2011, my first year test scoring, where this company's long field tests took me well into the summer. Can't complain, especially if I am asked to work.
Sunday, July 2, 2017
The Weekly Minnesota Sports Survey
#-1: Lynx (Last Week: -2). Beat San Antone at the X by nine Sunday, then beat the Mercury in Phoenix by eight Friday. I'm getting the feeling that with Maya Moore at the peak of her career and Seimone Augustus, Lindsay Whalen and Rebekkah Brunson still trucking along (and by the way, those four recently [maybe this screening week?] set the record for most WNBA victories by a quartet), somehow the gameplan runs through Sylvia Fowles. I think that's dangerous, especially if the pivot runs hot and cold, and it seems to do.
Aside: Check out the Lynx homepage. There's nothing that stands out, although it's a tad boring. But look at the middle-right portion, the headlines underneath the word "News." There are three headlines from June 9, May 12 and May 11. There are other links of news that are much more current, but seriously, does anyone notice that old news is featured prominently on the Lynx splash page? Somebody should fix that. Unless there's no one employed to fix it, which, if true, brings back doubts about the viability of the league.
Anyway, this entire season boils down to the Lynx vs. L.A. And finally the only two teams worth talking about in the league will meet for the first time in the regular season, as the Sparks come to St. Paul Thursday. The Lynx then go to Chicago to play the Sky Saturday. Two games in three days, one home and one road, circling games and trap games ... I have a bad feeling about this. I think this squad loses one of those two games.
#-2: Wild (Re-Entry!). I don't think local sports fans have ever had a day like Friday, where both winter pro teams made huge trades on the same day. I like the Wild's better, much better, than the Timberwolves' (which I'll explain below -- way below).
General Manager Chuck Fletcher hasn't blown up the team, but apparently seeing stagnation and the need to sign the players he prioritizes as the core of this club to long-term contracts down the road (notably Nino Niederreiter and, secondly, Mikael Granlund), he made a sizable trade that involved one of the team's deep (though, in my opinion, not necessarily shut-down) defensive corps. Marco Scandella was sacrificed from the D crew, along with a third-round pick, to Buffalo in exchange for Forward Tyler Ennis, D-man Marcus Foligno, and a fourth-round pick.
It was interesting hearing the trade rumors and seeing the Wild's protected list for Vegas' Expansion Draft who Fletch put first ahead of the others when it came to Defensemen. Ryan Suter is a no-brainer -- not necessarily because he's fantastic (he's not, not anymore), but because he has a huge contract and I believe a no-trade clause. From there, Fletcher protected from Vegas Jared Spurgeon. Fletcher did throw in Alex Tuch to convince Golden Knights General Manager George McPhee to take Forward Erik Haula instead of Scandella, Jonas Brodin or Matt Dumba, but that was because he wanted more value when he finally had to bite the bullet and trade one of those three.
In a sense, Scandella's an afterthought. Really, the players in this transaction are an afterthought, too. Ennis can score, but he's injured too often. And Foligno is nothing more than an enforcer/thug, the type of toughness the Mild, which thought that speed kills, suddenly realized they needed as they were getting roughed up by St. Louis in the playoffs. Too little, too late in that regard. No, the big piece was the player I haven't forgotten but held back from talking about. The oft-maligned Forward Jason Pominville is going back to the Sabres four years after being traded on Deadline Day to the Wild. His lack of production didn't justify his onerous contract (not to mention the no-trade clause he enforced to stay on the protected list), and so he became the scapegoat for a lot of Wild fans. It got to the point where Fletcher told any team that wanted any of his Defencemen that they had to take Pominville too. So the main point of this trade was Pominville ... no, actually it was Pominville's contract, not Pominville himself.
This is an unusual trade. The HOTT TAKEZZZ!!!! say that Buffalo came out with the better deal. They probably did. But this was a long-term play for Fletcher. Getting rid of Pominville's contract, and dealing away a good player who was also due a payday in Scandella, frees up money to sign better and more important players over the next couple years. In that sense, I totally understand this trade.
Meanwhile, the free agency frenzy started up and more people from the organization decided to take their careers elsewhere. Good luck, Darcy Kuemper and Christian Folin. Meanwhile the Mild got a bunch of scrubs back, most notably Kyle Rau, the Lakeville North star who scored that goal in Triple Overtime to win the Boys' State High School Hockey Championship a few years ago. Means nothing unless a miracle hits and Rau or another free agent pick-up scores, like, 15 goals this upcoming season.
#-3: Twins (Last Week: -4). OK, I know I said this before, but this week might be the week that's seen as the one that torpedoed the Twinks' chances of making the postseason. Against three pretty good teams in Cleveland, Boston and Kansas City, they went 3-5 this screening week. Not only have Cleveland zoomed past them this week (I think), as of press time they are only one game in front of the Royals for second. That's what happens when you're playing this afternoon to salvage a split of a four-game set at Kaufmann (although they did split a Doubleheader with K.C. Saturday, and the weird thing about that is the game they won featured a Pitcher making his debut in The Show, Felix Jorge, not the one where Jose Berrios took to the mound), let alone dropping three-of-four at Fenway (but at least they swept Cleveland with a 4-0 shutout Sunday).
All-Star starters are announced tonight (Sunday night), and Miguel Sano is expected to win Third Base for the American League. If he doesn't, blame the Russians.
They come home after today's tilt versus the Royals. Three vs. Anaheim, then four against Baltimore to close out the first half of the year.
#-4: United FC (Last Week: -3). I didn't think the Loons could go into Yankee Stadium and beat NYCFC. They have too much name recognition (David Villa and Andrea Pirlo would probably be better than 70% of the players in the league if they were 50), too much power. But I've got to be honest: When Christian Ramirez got that rebound Goal to give United an early 1-0 lead, I thought they had the talent to win their first game on the road, or at least get a draw. But nope. Those guys slowly chipped away, then tied, then grabbed the lead, then tallied an insurance Goal. I don't want to be upset because this is still an expansion team. And yet I can't help but feel disappointed that they're not playing better, even against one of the best teams in Major League Soccer.
I was going to attend Tuesday evening's Independence Day tilt against Columbus at Das Bank, but Grandmother, obviously.
#-5: Timberwolves (Last Week: -1). Wow. A week after pulling off a trade that many people believe is a milestone for the organization, they basically fuck themselves with a switch that I don't fucking understand at all.
First of all, how stupid am I to have believed that Tom Thibodeau had to stand pat with keeping Ricky Rubio as his starting Point Guard after trading away putative heir apparent Kris Dunn to Chicago in order to land Jimmy Butler. I did not realize that with Butler coming to Minnesota there was a glut of substandard outside shooting, so even though Ricky Ricky improved in the second half of the year in that regard, he was considered expendable.
But that's where the trouble starts. Thibs shipped off Rubio -- who, by the way, has pretty much been nothing but a dutiful soldier (and yes, I will admit I had my doubts about him initially) who had weaknesses but had strengths few in the NBA can match, and put up with a lot of rumor-mongering I know came from the front office -- to The Bastard New Orleans Jazz for their first-round pick next year. Oh, it's lottery-protected, too? Oh, so for a stand-up guy who can play some defense and has preternatural passing skills we might get the 16th pick in the 2018 NBA Draft? OK, cool.
So who are you going to replace him with? Kyle Lowry I heard might leave Toronto. I can see an upgrade from Rubio to Lowry. But no, Thibodeau did not get Lowry. Instead he signed ... Jeff Teague. I remember drafting Teague in my fantasy basketball league and thinking I got a steal. I haven't fucking played fantasy basketball in at least five years. This is the upgrade? This is our new starting Point Guard for a team that's supposed to be riding high into the playoffs next year?
I am truly upset over these two moves, and I know I'm not the only one. This is not an improvement at all. This is a downgrade, a severe one, even a fatal one. I don't care if you have Andrew Wiggins on the wing, Butler playing Small Forward and Karl-Anthony Towns at the 5. The Woofie Dogs are going to lose games because of the Achilles' heel at the 1. Teague is going to get pressured and he's going to commit Turnovers. Even worse, he won't be able to make the passes Rubio routinely made. There'll be instances where Wiggy or Jimmy Buckets will get under the basket completely unguarded, but Teague won't see him, or he'll be double-teamed and he'll just fucking cough up the ball.
I am saying this now: The Timberwolves will not make the playoffs next year because of Point Guard. And Tom Thibodeau will have to answer to us fans as to why he decided to give up Ricky Rubio for Jeff Teague.
Aside: Check out the Lynx homepage. There's nothing that stands out, although it's a tad boring. But look at the middle-right portion, the headlines underneath the word "News." There are three headlines from June 9, May 12 and May 11. There are other links of news that are much more current, but seriously, does anyone notice that old news is featured prominently on the Lynx splash page? Somebody should fix that. Unless there's no one employed to fix it, which, if true, brings back doubts about the viability of the league.
Anyway, this entire season boils down to the Lynx vs. L.A. And finally the only two teams worth talking about in the league will meet for the first time in the regular season, as the Sparks come to St. Paul Thursday. The Lynx then go to Chicago to play the Sky Saturday. Two games in three days, one home and one road, circling games and trap games ... I have a bad feeling about this. I think this squad loses one of those two games.
#-2: Wild (Re-Entry!). I don't think local sports fans have ever had a day like Friday, where both winter pro teams made huge trades on the same day. I like the Wild's better, much better, than the Timberwolves' (which I'll explain below -- way below).
General Manager Chuck Fletcher hasn't blown up the team, but apparently seeing stagnation and the need to sign the players he prioritizes as the core of this club to long-term contracts down the road (notably Nino Niederreiter and, secondly, Mikael Granlund), he made a sizable trade that involved one of the team's deep (though, in my opinion, not necessarily shut-down) defensive corps. Marco Scandella was sacrificed from the D crew, along with a third-round pick, to Buffalo in exchange for Forward Tyler Ennis, D-man Marcus Foligno, and a fourth-round pick.
It was interesting hearing the trade rumors and seeing the Wild's protected list for Vegas' Expansion Draft who Fletch put first ahead of the others when it came to Defensemen. Ryan Suter is a no-brainer -- not necessarily because he's fantastic (he's not, not anymore), but because he has a huge contract and I believe a no-trade clause. From there, Fletcher protected from Vegas Jared Spurgeon. Fletcher did throw in Alex Tuch to convince Golden Knights General Manager George McPhee to take Forward Erik Haula instead of Scandella, Jonas Brodin or Matt Dumba, but that was because he wanted more value when he finally had to bite the bullet and trade one of those three.
In a sense, Scandella's an afterthought. Really, the players in this transaction are an afterthought, too. Ennis can score, but he's injured too often. And Foligno is nothing more than an enforcer/thug, the type of toughness the Mild, which thought that speed kills, suddenly realized they needed as they were getting roughed up by St. Louis in the playoffs. Too little, too late in that regard. No, the big piece was the player I haven't forgotten but held back from talking about. The oft-maligned Forward Jason Pominville is going back to the Sabres four years after being traded on Deadline Day to the Wild. His lack of production didn't justify his onerous contract (not to mention the no-trade clause he enforced to stay on the protected list), and so he became the scapegoat for a lot of Wild fans. It got to the point where Fletcher told any team that wanted any of his Defencemen that they had to take Pominville too. So the main point of this trade was Pominville ... no, actually it was Pominville's contract, not Pominville himself.
This is an unusual trade. The HOTT TAKEZZZ!!!! say that Buffalo came out with the better deal. They probably did. But this was a long-term play for Fletcher. Getting rid of Pominville's contract, and dealing away a good player who was also due a payday in Scandella, frees up money to sign better and more important players over the next couple years. In that sense, I totally understand this trade.
Meanwhile, the free agency frenzy started up and more people from the organization decided to take their careers elsewhere. Good luck, Darcy Kuemper and Christian Folin. Meanwhile the Mild got a bunch of scrubs back, most notably Kyle Rau, the Lakeville North star who scored that goal in Triple Overtime to win the Boys' State High School Hockey Championship a few years ago. Means nothing unless a miracle hits and Rau or another free agent pick-up scores, like, 15 goals this upcoming season.
#-3: Twins (Last Week: -4). OK, I know I said this before, but this week might be the week that's seen as the one that torpedoed the Twinks' chances of making the postseason. Against three pretty good teams in Cleveland, Boston and Kansas City, they went 3-5 this screening week. Not only have Cleveland zoomed past them this week (I think), as of press time they are only one game in front of the Royals for second. That's what happens when you're playing this afternoon to salvage a split of a four-game set at Kaufmann (although they did split a Doubleheader with K.C. Saturday, and the weird thing about that is the game they won featured a Pitcher making his debut in The Show, Felix Jorge, not the one where Jose Berrios took to the mound), let alone dropping three-of-four at Fenway (but at least they swept Cleveland with a 4-0 shutout Sunday).
All-Star starters are announced tonight (Sunday night), and Miguel Sano is expected to win Third Base for the American League. If he doesn't, blame the Russians.
They come home after today's tilt versus the Royals. Three vs. Anaheim, then four against Baltimore to close out the first half of the year.
#-4: United FC (Last Week: -3). I didn't think the Loons could go into Yankee Stadium and beat NYCFC. They have too much name recognition (David Villa and Andrea Pirlo would probably be better than 70% of the players in the league if they were 50), too much power. But I've got to be honest: When Christian Ramirez got that rebound Goal to give United an early 1-0 lead, I thought they had the talent to win their first game on the road, or at least get a draw. But nope. Those guys slowly chipped away, then tied, then grabbed the lead, then tallied an insurance Goal. I don't want to be upset because this is still an expansion team. And yet I can't help but feel disappointed that they're not playing better, even against one of the best teams in Major League Soccer.
I was going to attend Tuesday evening's Independence Day tilt against Columbus at Das Bank, but Grandmother, obviously.
#-5: Timberwolves (Last Week: -1). Wow. A week after pulling off a trade that many people believe is a milestone for the organization, they basically fuck themselves with a switch that I don't fucking understand at all.
First of all, how stupid am I to have believed that Tom Thibodeau had to stand pat with keeping Ricky Rubio as his starting Point Guard after trading away putative heir apparent Kris Dunn to Chicago in order to land Jimmy Butler. I did not realize that with Butler coming to Minnesota there was a glut of substandard outside shooting, so even though Ricky Ricky improved in the second half of the year in that regard, he was considered expendable.
But that's where the trouble starts. Thibs shipped off Rubio -- who, by the way, has pretty much been nothing but a dutiful soldier (and yes, I will admit I had my doubts about him initially) who had weaknesses but had strengths few in the NBA can match, and put up with a lot of rumor-mongering I know came from the front office -- to The Bastard New Orleans Jazz for their first-round pick next year. Oh, it's lottery-protected, too? Oh, so for a stand-up guy who can play some defense and has preternatural passing skills we might get the 16th pick in the 2018 NBA Draft? OK, cool.
So who are you going to replace him with? Kyle Lowry I heard might leave Toronto. I can see an upgrade from Rubio to Lowry. But no, Thibodeau did not get Lowry. Instead he signed ... Jeff Teague. I remember drafting Teague in my fantasy basketball league and thinking I got a steal. I haven't fucking played fantasy basketball in at least five years. This is the upgrade? This is our new starting Point Guard for a team that's supposed to be riding high into the playoffs next year?
I am truly upset over these two moves, and I know I'm not the only one. This is not an improvement at all. This is a downgrade, a severe one, even a fatal one. I don't care if you have Andrew Wiggins on the wing, Butler playing Small Forward and Karl-Anthony Towns at the 5. The Woofie Dogs are going to lose games because of the Achilles' heel at the 1. Teague is going to get pressured and he's going to commit Turnovers. Even worse, he won't be able to make the passes Rubio routinely made. There'll be instances where Wiggy or Jimmy Buckets will get under the basket completely unguarded, but Teague won't see him, or he'll be double-teamed and he'll just fucking cough up the ball.
I am saying this now: The Timberwolves will not make the playoffs next year because of Point Guard. And Tom Thibodeau will have to answer to us fans as to why he decided to give up Ricky Rubio for Jeff Teague.
Saturday, July 1, 2017
OK, so my brother, sister and I are leaving for Hong Kong in a few days, and we've been on WhatsApp planning and coordinating. So my brother gives a recommendation on where we can eat that night after the cremation. I don't know if he's been to Hong Kong lately; the three of us went there in 1994, and I know my sister has been there a couple times to see Grandmother, but my brother? I don't think so.
Anyway, on WhatsApp just now he gives a name of this seafood place I never heard of. I said as much. And so he says, "Look it up," and that's something my brother has always said, and it's always pissed me off. So I defy him, texting back, "No. Instead I'll trust you," and that is a passive-aggressive way of telling him to stop pissing me off, but I really don't care where we eat that night, I'll probably be too broken up from saying goodbye to Grandmother to give a shit or to even eat. But now that I think about it, maybe that just pissed him off. Well, if that's the case then this takes us back to when we fought bitterly as brothers.
(sigh) You'd think that with so much time away from each other, only coming together for a sad occasion such as this, dumb arguments like this wouldn't crop up. I don't know -- maybe it's me, maybe it's him, maybe it's both of us. Water under the bridge, hopefully?
Anyway, on WhatsApp just now he gives a name of this seafood place I never heard of. I said as much. And so he says, "Look it up," and that's something my brother has always said, and it's always pissed me off. So I defy him, texting back, "No. Instead I'll trust you," and that is a passive-aggressive way of telling him to stop pissing me off, but I really don't care where we eat that night, I'll probably be too broken up from saying goodbye to Grandmother to give a shit or to even eat. But now that I think about it, maybe that just pissed him off. Well, if that's the case then this takes us back to when we fought bitterly as brothers.
(sigh) You'd think that with so much time away from each other, only coming together for a sad occasion such as this, dumb arguments like this wouldn't crop up. I don't know -- maybe it's me, maybe it's him, maybe it's both of us. Water under the bridge, hopefully?
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