After I realized that my e-mails to/from Jason were headed down a slippery path — although I did like to hear that his friends ask about me and miss me; I told him it served him right — I took an Ambien, put on my tres chic sleep mask and proceeded to sleep like a log, aided, I’m sure, by being back in my own bed and not on a futon.
The lease on my car expires in January. I called tonight to find out what my purchase price on the vehicle is and holy hell, it’s about half what I expected. I couldn’t get a decent 4-year-old car for that price, esp. with a V6 and 4-wheel drive, so I’m going to keep the car. Bonus: I don’t have to come up with the money to have the body damage repaired. 
Instead, I’ll get a new battery (it’s due) plus I’m pretty sure I need new tires.
I am sooo tired of my allergies and being unable to breathe easily. I’m super-duper tired of blowing my nose every 2-3 minutes. That gets old in a hurry … I even had to cancel a booty call with Limo Guy because I feel so crappy. Sigh. If I can get the runny nose under control, then I’m going to hit the gym tomorrow. I’m going to need my energy to keep up with my special cohost Ricardo on Scandalous Bitches Live. I’ve got all sorts of goodies in store, read all about my free stuff I’m giving away!
Drove back home today; got a hefty check from my parents (but most of the money is to pay for my plane tickets home for the holidays. Eh.). The drive was relatively quick, probably because I had a lot on my mind. I heard from Jason aka the motherfucker yesterday after three months or so of radio silence. What. The. Fuck. He sent me a wink through match. I was incensed to say the least. I was shocked, I was insulted, I was angry. I very nearly sent him an e-mail that said, “Are you fucking serious?” but deleted it, deciding instead to take a step back.
When I got home this afternoon, I sent him an e-mail that said, “What’s the wink for, Jason?” He replied by saying “Just wanted to say hello.” Uh huh. ‘Cause that’s what all ex-boyfriends do. Just say hello. About an hour later, I e-mailed back with “It was a surprise to hear from you after all this time.” No further communication …
What do I want to happen? Do you even have to ask? I want him to grovel over dinner a a very nice restaurant while I drink $12 lavender cosmos that he is paying for. I want to hear him call himself the biggest douchebag this side of Jeff the Mennonite Douchebag. I want him to admit what a fucking idiot he is and that he handled himself in the worst way possible.
But will all that happen? Who the fuck knows. I don’t even know if I could trust the bastard again. He could have been drunk after the football game and feeling lonely, who knows. If that’s the case, then some random chica on match probably would have been a better bet than the woman who called your actions unconscionable, egregious and disgusting. Heh. (I love how my vocabulary expands during a fit of range.) (If you’re new, you can do a search for Jason to read all the posts, not just one of the nastiest I wrote about him lol.)
I just tripped over my suitcase and actually fell on my ass. Sorry downstairs neighbors. My leg now hurts. Maybe I should take a bath before Dancing with the Stars is on at 8 …
Edited to add:
This is the e-mail I got from Jason:
I just wanted to say that I am very sorry for the behavior that I displayed a few months ago. I was completely in the wrong. I know that I hurt you and I wasn’t man enough to say anything at the time. I am truly sorry for that Catherine. I don’t have any intentions, but I would like to be your friend. If that is possible after all that earlier?
This is my reply:
I don’t know what your reasons are now for apologizing — guilt, loneliness, a 12-step program — but you’re not going to get any empathy from me. I had to deal with my emotions on my own, without any real understanding of what the hell had happened, you can do the same.
The chance to be in my life was yours three months ago. I’d actually have more respect for you if you were attempting to initiate a reconciliation, not an attempt at friendship, because I certainly don’t want to go through all the hard work that would be involved just to have another friend. I have enough friends that don’t come with the baggage that you do.
But wait, there’s more!
I just happen to see you on Match.com the other night and thought to myself, what I did was wrong. I am not feeling loneliness, there is no 12-step program, and there is a little bit of guilt. I understand that you had to deal with that on your own.
I realize I passed up an incredible opportunity to be with an incredible woman. I will live with that forever. I understand and I just wanted to apologize. Thats it. Sorry to have bothered you.
And of course I can’t let that pass without comment …
I don’t bear you any ill will. If it makes any sense, I actually felt a sense of freedom after telling you that I loved you, as the only other man I had said that to was my ex-husband. That energy spurred me to start attending church services again, get the tattoo I had been yapping about for years and decide to move downtown. It’s been a good summer for me.
What hurt the most is that I thought we were really good together … but of course you can’t be in a relationship by yourself …
So I’m at my parents. My brother still lives with them. He walked in the door at 9:52 this morning, apparently after spending the night with his girlfriend. We thought he was home. Apparently he thought he could sneak in. He’ll be 26 tomorrow. Time to grow up? Me thinkey so.
But I clapped with glee when I read that U-M beat PSU today in football. Although I didn’t go to U-M, it’s in my home state, and PSU is the former boytoy’s favorite team. I know how mopey he would get after a loss, and the fact that today’s loss is at the hands of my state, well, that’s even sweeter. Now if MSU can pull out a win in November … heh. 
So yeah, as you can probably guess, the renaissance festival was a bust. I mean, it’s nice, it just hasn’t changed in 25 damn years. Seriously. Same food, same vendors, same entertainment. The people may come and go but it’s all the same shit, ya know? It was so crowded we had to park about a 15-minute walk from the entrance; inside, it was shoulder to shoulder throughout most of the area. Ugh. We met two friends of my brother’s gf, and the girl totally reminded me of a bossy-ass girl I knew in h.s. Before I knew what was going on, this girl had her map and schedule out and was deciding which “shows” we should see. My brother and I just looked dumbly at each other. Fortunately, thanks to some tricky wandering, we managed to avoid watching ANY shows! Heh.
It wasn’t a hot day, just warm in the sun, but all three of us were pooped from all the fresh air and walking about. They finally decided to go watch UFC but despite my interest, I just couldn’t bring myself to sit in a smokey bar. Ugh. So now it’s 10:30 p.m. and I’m on my laptop and watching Food TV in the family room at my parents’ house. Whee! What a life.
Tomorrow may be tricky as my brother has plans to watch soccer and then get Chinese for dinner … he doesn’t know about the surprise party (duh) and I’m not sure how we’re going to get him there. That’s up to his gf to figure out. LOL
A note to my Jewish readers — I hope you’ve been able to eat something by now! 
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I drove up to Michigan this evening. 275 miles is a boring-ass trip. I finished up a Jackie Collins audiobook I started oh, two months ago, and then listened to music the rest of the way. Met my brother’s girlfriend tonight. I PPH her. She, my brother and I are going to the big-ass renaissance festival tomorrow; last year he and I went with his then-girlfriend who was scared of pirates and it was coincidentally pirate day. LOL Now THAT was a good time!
Limo Guy is getting on my nerves. Okay, it’s partially my fault, because I haven’t been totally discouraging him. Miss Monique doesn’t want to burn any bridges, ya know? Last night he sent me a text graphically detailing what he would like to do to me (in the back of the limo bus? I don’t know); I ignored it and then this morning replied with text stating I had a migraine last night. Heh. Today he e-mailed me through the site we first connected on — apparently dissatisfied with his efforts via txt and regular e-mail — and addressed it to “Ms. Sexy Lady.” I’m starting to think he’s not used to being brushed off or he’s mentally deficient. Jury’s still out.
Y’all know what tomorrow night is, right? UFC NIGHT! WOOOOOOO! Hopefully I will learn from past mistakes and not mix Coors Light and tequila again. Blech. Chuck Liddell is fighting too. WOOOOOOO!
Boys are stupid, throw rocks at them.
First, Laci’s FWB may or may not be a total douchebag, we’re waiting to hear.
Then, I got ANOTHER fucking letter from the IRS. The tax bill from 2004 my ex-asshole said in NOVEMBER he would pay? Still fucking unpaid. OMFG. You know, I don’t know why he’s being such a dick. I have in writing him saying he would pay it all and for me not to worry about it. I’ve pointed this out to him. I’m tempted to pay it and then take him to small claims court. That would fix his fucking wagon. Motherfucker. He makes roughly twice as much money as I do. You think he’d just man up and pay the fucking bill. Christ. I don’t even know where he lives now so I could have him served at work LOL. OMFG that would be awesome. I wouldn’t even care if he hated me forever for it.
OMFG tonight’s Scandalous Bitches Live was a motherfucking trainwreck — and through no fault of our own. Callers were dropped. Callers couldn’t connect. Listeners couldn’t get into the chat room. Listeners were kicked out of the chat room. Really irritating buzzing noises randomly were heard. It. Fucking. Sucked.
I sent a complaint e-mail to Blog Talk Radio; Miss Laci was surprised at how civilized and pleasant I was. Don’t get me wrong, if I have to send another e-mail, then I’m dropping my new favorite phrase, “cum-swallowing whore,” on those motherfuckers. Guess who taught me that? Miss Lucy, of course.
Today at work, I talked for 2.5 hours nonstop. Yeah, what else is new? Ha. I had to lead a review of my course; normally 3 people are in the process, today we had more than 20. I threw in the towel with one lesson left and made my compadre finish. All in all it took nearly 4 hours. I was fucking exhausted, mainly because I had to stand the entire time. That was a special treat. And we worked through lunch, which meant I got to keep talking and watch everyone else eat Panera. Yay.
I got props for being composed and professional ’cause that’s how I roll, yo. It helped that I know that it’s a damn good course and everyone is suffering because someone else, not me, dropped the ball. And that someone else is just digging herself into a hole. I left work at 3, and ended up falling asleep on the couch after watching that Steve guy from Jerry Springer, who now has his own talk show. It sucks, btw.
Speaking of sleep, my sleep mask was shipped today. It was on its way to Louisville, which means I should have it tomorrow. I can’t wait to try it out. And if it doesn’t work, I can keep it around the next time I have a gentleman caller I want to tie up and blindfold.
My mom and I always joke that once my brother’s birthday rolls around at the end of September, the year might as well be over. There’s his birthday, my birthday, Halloween, my dad’s birthday, Thanksgiving and then Christmas. That’s a lot of presents to buy. That’s why I’m so glad to find out about Coupon Chief and their huge variety of promo codes. Like, I love to shop at Overstock so I was glad to see Overstock deals and there are a TON of coupons for that site. Another site near and dear to my heart is Zappos — and I PPH Zappos coupons. Shoes, shoes, shoes!
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