why is there an asshole everywhere you go? i just don't fucking get it.
it starts tonight with the asshole i know named allen. complete fucking loser, this guy. here's the deal: i met allen a long time ago, when i worked as a phlebotomist at a plasma center here. just like most of the donors there, i got to know allen pretty well. actually, we got to be pretty good friends. anyway, one day, allen informs me that he likes me for more than a friend. well, let's just say that allen was not my type, is not my type, and never will be my type. so i tell him in no uncertain terms that we can be friends, but nothing else will come of it. so he agrees, and we just hang out as friends. then one day, he's just gone. no phone call, no goodbye, fuck you, nothing. so i get over it, and just forget about his sorry ass, as that kind of bullshit is not in my definition of "friend". then one day, about nine months ago, allen shows back up. he finds my number and calls me, telling me (at first), that the reason he took off was because he had to go get his son in california, and it was a long, drawn out custody battle. so me, being nice like i usually am, figure ok, if this is true, i should just be understanding. then, in august, he tells me that he had actually been in fucking JAIL in california for theft, violated his probation to come home to iowa, and has to go back to jail for six months. needless to say, that was it. i mean, fuck that! and he's all, "oh jj, i need you to come and visit me here, i love you, i can't stand not seeing you...", blah blah blah. he even called here collect from the jail once (a real loser-ass thing to do), and i hung up the phone. then he begins writing me letters one after the other, even though i never once write him back. i was hoping beyond hope that if i ignored him long enough, he would go away. no such luck. anyway, now he's back. he is in a half-way house, and he won't quit calling me. i keep telling him i don't want a relationship, but it doesn't matter. he won't leave me the fuck alone. he keeps begging me to come and visit him at this half-way house, and i keep telling him there's no way in hell. most of the time, i have my mother or my daughters tell him i'm not here. sometimes, he will call five to ten times in a day. it's getting spooky, and it's enough to make me want to scream. i just wanted to write this, so that when i get thrown in jail for murder, everyone knows what happened to me...heh. more later~ jj8:55 p.m. - February 28, 2003
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