Angry Jewish Pope Ranting and Raving

In general I'm an angry person. I don't like people. I have a small group of friends that I'm fiercely loyal to but outside of that I don't care much for new folks entering my life.

Today I'm angrier than normal. And not Denis Leary angry either. My slope downward probably started a couple of days ago.

What started the ball rolling? More than likely Violet. Tuesday she sends me a text message on how depressed she is and that she doesn't want to talk to anyone. She said she'd call me the next day. I replied did something happen. She said she'd explain it later. So here it is on Thursday and no word. It pisses me off that she tries to invoke my sympathies with her pathetic rhetoric. I don't know if she was drunk but later I get the "I love you. A lot. If nothing else you are my best friend always." Great. My ex-girlfriend is now my BFF.

I've been wanting to paint my car but I've been ineligible to work any overtime at work while I train on my new job. Now that I'm certified on one job I can work overtime. Problem is that I got so sick of being there after three weeks that I took two weeks off. So while I'm not working OT there is no extra money to paint the car. It doesn't help that I took a nice chunk out of my savings for a down payment on the truck. So that has me a little edgy to.

I let William borrow the car while I was out of town. Generally Will is a pretty stand up guy. Unfortunately he chose this weekend not to be one. My car got egged while it was at his house. He didn't clean it up right away and I now have egg etched into my paint job. It looks just lovely.

I picked up the car yesterday from my mechanic. Naturally when I get home the thing I took it in originally to get fixed is still broken. He had it fixed but my car decided that it didn't want to remain fixed. I have to take it back soon.

Finally I'm fed up with Poindexter and his bullshit. I fronted the money to him and William to buy NFL season tickets with me. Will has promptly paid me back. Dork Dexter hasn't. Every fucking time I ask about my money he either ignores my texts, tells me he's mailing it that week or has a laundry list of excuses. One day I told him, look mother fucker, you're not the only one with expenses. I got my move, my car, my teeth, strippers and I want a new TV. So then last week the bank allegedly screwed up his account and bounced some checks. Then this week it was something with a new job and God knows what else.

The bottom line is this: He owes me the fucking money. I'm tired of his excuses. The tickets are going up online at stubhub.com. I've joked in previous entries that he doesn't have a job. Sadly I think it's true. Binks says that Dex keeps coming up with excuses cause he doesn't have a job. Binks thinks it's typical Dex. Always bragging about having this and that but really doesn't have shit. Well fuck you Dex. Conveniently he's ignored my text today. I've had it. I told him this cat and mouse shit is getting old.

I thought ranting and raving on the blog would calm me down. Instead I can feel the steam coming out of my ears and my blood pressure rising exactly 121 points.

Fuck off,
The Pope