fuming

i hate those times when just a thought pisses you off enough to ruin your day. today was one of those fucking days.

leonard bernstein and i have been casually talking about his visit the past few days. i got tickets to OAR and am going to use e-love's upcoming visit to test out some locales in SF i have never been too.

last weekend, i had a flash of brilliance. LB isn't going to be able to take time to see his peeps in chicago this weekend (shocking, his work schedule doesn't allow for it). wouldnt it be a great idea to see if pocket and dunning can come out here the same weekend? if they can find decent flight prices, they could stay here for free and see LB before he leaves. it would be a fairly inexpensive endeavor, as well as giving me the chance to see pocket and dunning as my last few trips to chicago have been too hurried for me to make plans with them.

after a little bit of confusion with phone numbers, i finally got ahold of pocket this morning at brunch. she agreed that it was a great idea and would start looking for flights right away. as long as the airfare was reasonable, she thought things would be a go.

LB called me before brunch was over. i let him know that pocket and dunning were probably able to come. thats when he dropped the fucking bomb -- he had invited his friend jill and her husband tom.

there's few people on this planet that i can't make nice with. fucking jill is one of them. shes an old college friend of LB's who now lives in so cal. she's an engineer and a prime example, rare as they are, of a female engineer who doesn't have any girlfriends and can't communicate with women. she has no girlfriends (at all) and has never attempted to make even civil conversation with me.

i am a firm believer that girlfriends are priceless. my life would be so empty and lonely without all my girls. i'm not going to name them off like its a popularity contest, but im pretty lucky to have a lot of really good girlfriends. and i would like to think that even if we were not related, i would still be friends with cuz, renebow, tsiny, and duh.

even fucking bitchy mean girls have girlfriends. the fact that jill has none is an indication of her lack of social aptitude. and makes her untrustworthy. i hate women who see every other woman as a threat. like she has anything that i want. please.

i don't want to spend any time with her and her attitude and lack of social skills. i don't want to spend whats supposed to be quality time with LB with her. even if you forget the fact that she can't communicate with me because i am a woman, she doesn't even have the social skills to be polite to a friend of a friend. thats fucking lame.

the best part of the story, is that LB sounded surprised when i didn't sound thrilled at his news. im a little bit annoyed that he has never noticed that his friend can't bother be civil to me, when i can get along with most everyone.

im not quite sure of this point, but LB may have also invited them to stay at my house without asking me first. i wanted to avoid a fight, so i hung up quickly, not wanting to be pressed on why i wasn't excited about his news. if pocket and dunning can make it, there isn't space for 2 extra bodies at the loft. period.

i would really like to let this go, but i can't seem to. and i let the thought of her presence bug me all day. i called gc enraged and he kept asking me why i was yelling at him.

with any luck, she will be busy and won't be able to make it. on the other hand, since she probably doesn't have any friends to spend time with, they can probably make it. fuck.