Monday, March 21, 2011

Just a small update.

I've been in Atlanta the last few days, and I've been sleeping better for it. I also got to hang out with my friend Courtney for the first time in two years, which was great. My stepdad is looking at a house tomorrow, and if it stays at that price, we won't have to sell the house in Panama City before we move, which is AMAZING news. That means I won't have to wait too long before starting school if I get in, or an apprenticeship if I can get it.

Despite all this, I'm a bit upset.

I got a very bizarre, profane voicemail Thursday night. Well, two- one from Uncle Gumby calling me a "motherfuckin' whale motherfuckin' cunt" and another that starts out with Pinkie's younger brother rambling a bit and then the Raging Redneck Asshole she's engaged to (*barf*) picks up. I don't have an exact transcription, but it goes something like this:

"Hey, you fat fuckin' orgasm bitch (1). I just wanted to let you know that I hate you, my wife hates you, she ain't never heard from you (2), my fuckin' baby hates you (3), and I hope you die very soon. You're boring as shit, you don't know shit, because you are nothing more than a piece of shit. Have a nice life in that fucked-up head of yours. This is (*name here*) (4). So, peace out, bitch."

Something like that. So I dialed Pinkie's number and left her one last voicemail:

"Hey, this is Sarah. I just got a nice fucking voicemail from (*name*) and I just wanted to say that if you want some shit said to me, you can say it yourself instead of getting (*name*) to do it from a blocked number. I know this more than likely won't get heard but this will be the last time I call. Goodbye."

So, I'm done. I'm tired. I was upset for about ten minutes, and then not talking to Pinkie anymore was suddenly a much easier pill to swallow.

Unless it relates to something I'm talking about or she decides to contact me, I won't mention her much anymore.

Anyway, that's all for now. Later.

(1)- Um... What?
(2)- Bull-fucking-shit. I've called her a thousand times and sent her messages and everything. I even sent her ass a birthday card.
(3)- I'm pretty sure that babies aren't capable of hatred. I'm no expert but that doesn't make sense, a baby hating anyone.
(4)- Big mistake, dipshit. I could press charges with that voicemail.

Tuesday, March 8, 2011

An open letter to anyone who'e ever come to PCB for vacation.

Hey, everybody.

Look. I'm not saying each and every person that comes down here is a total asshole. Some people are nice and I was a tourist once, too.

BUT. I know I never treated anyone the way some of you treat us locals. I didn't go around screaming "WOOOO!!!!!!!!!!" at the top of my lungs, nor did my mom and stepdad rev their engines at other drivers, nor did we act like a bunch of stupid, spoiled douche canoes in public.

Also, what is up with those weird Viking horns everyone keeps blowing? I thought I was insane until someone else told me they'd been hearing them!

Traffic is bad, gas has gone up in price, and I have to drive across the bridge if I want to do anything because Pier Park is a fucking nightmare because it's full of college students who can't be bothered to wear anything other than bathing suits in public, even when they're eating in a nice restaurant. And there's not really anything to do in town, but if I don't leave the house for at least an hour a day, I get my ass chewed out by my parents.

Anyway... All that aside, I understand wanting to have a good time. Really. Just have some respect, okay?