Moe's blog: "Asshole Friends"

That's it. It's official, I'm totally in lust. Well, not lust, I'll say lub. Because it goes deeper than superficial lust. Jonathan was joking about the fact that when I'm with him I simply cannot stop smiling, but then I busted him out, cuz he can't stop smiling with me either. I do a lot of stupid MySpace surveys, and yesterday he read one I did. One of the questions was, "Where is your bf/gf?" And I put "He's not my boyfriend... yet". All night we were hangin out when finally he tells me he saw that. Sort of embarassing, but I made sure he felt the same way. It's like an unrequited high school love, although I don't think he ever noticed me back then.... I feel like I'm 17 again. Boys and girls, it's official : DJ Daily is rocking my socks off, and I'm rockin' his off 8-P Best part is - he LOVES my son...

Omg! So, last night I went out with some friends to a hookah lounge. It's cool - you can still smoke inside and it's byob so it's hella cheap... plus you get to puff on da hookah, man. Anywho, Jonathon shows up looking all good n shit... we all went to HS together so yea but in December he and I were supposed to go out.. .you know, like dinner and a movie, got the sitter early and all this shit... the fucker TOTALLY blows me off. He claims to mutual friends he feels so bad and blablabla, now mind you we're 2 months later and not one word from ol' boy. Whatever, I didn't say anything about it, why ruin a fun night, right? We go here, we go there; this poor guy is driving us girls all over the city - literally. We drop off the other 2 girls and I tell him how to start heading towards home, and he turns the opposite way and says somethin like, "You don't wanna go home yet, it's only 3 - let's go get rocked at my buddies house (way the fuck on the other side of the city). I'm down for it, we go, rip bongs (OH! totally forgot - funny shit - climbing into his car when we left the hookah lounge [like way early in the night] my pants ripped across the back of my thigh. Fuckin A, right?) and then we leave. He's talking all, "Oh, what time do you need to be home, what's my time limit, should we go one more place before I take you home?" So he takes me home, and the whole ride back he was holding my hand, rubbing his hand on my knee, you know, stupid gay shit like that. He pulls up at my house and we chatted for a sec, then ackward pause, ackward pause and I said the whole thanks for taking me home blablabla and I lean over to give him a kiss on the cheek like hey no hard feelings about being stood up and this fucker totally recoils! I lean in and just like in slow motion he pulls back and says," What? You wanna kiss me??!?" I was like, dumb fucker I just wanted to give u a friendly kiss on the cheek goodnight.... that's some salty shit, right? So I give the fucker his kiss and he's all smiles and lookin at me like, that's it? I got out of the car. Never any apologies from him for blowin me off. Fucker. Now, why would he cart my ripped jeans ass all over the city to hang out w/ his friends, hold my hand, rub my knee in the car and ask how long he has me for if even a simple kiss on the cheek causes him to freak? I hate all you penis toting jerks! But I love when your weed gets left in my pocket lol hellsyeah!

I feel like I'm in high school again, and all my friends are 15 yrs old, with no sense of life. I have, well *had* a really good friend. He sat there and talked shit right along with me about work, and when I walked out on the place he assured me up and down that he wasn't going to be there come January, and he'll put his foot down, and that he most certainly wouldn't take my old job if it was ever offered to him... amongst other things. I didn't ask him to say any of these things. It's now January, and he comes over last night, shit eating grin on his face as he casually announces he now has my old job. Mind you, I LOVED that job but couldn't take my boss anymore. My friend has been through a lot with me and though he has pussied out in the past when it comes to having a spine, this is one thing I didn't think he would pussy out on. In my eyes this is like if he'd started dating my ex without ever consulting me. Okay, I may be acting juvenille, and have been working hard this past year towards not reacting to things in this manner... but I'm really hurt! He's a pussy. He lies about the fact that we still hung out a lot to the coworkers and he tried keeping this a secret from me. I would never do that to someone. I hope he fails miserably, and I bet ya'll think I'm a mean person for saying so. Well... guess what? I am a mean and miserable person, and I'm having a teenage moment.