She went to the Bruno Mars concert tonight with friends.
Someone was Live Streaming the show, so I peaked.
What a load of craptacular suckage.
Challenging to give someone the benefit of the doubt when your intuition rarely ever fails you, and you know the person so well.
Or, to stay silent, and not confront the person since it shouldn't be that big of a deal.
However, a lie is a lie. I'm 99% sure it is exactly as it appears, but I'll give the benefit of the doubt for that 1% uncertainty, and wait to see how it plays out....
Why am I so accustomed to doing this?
A very busy weekend punctuated by a complete lack of sleep, and not enough down time.
I like busy, but sometimes busy is just busy... I need my busy to start being more.... well... profitable.
Seems like a common theme.
These guys are in charge of creating an entire apartment and street on a sound stage, yet can't handle leaning a baby gate against my office door frame to discourage my dog from wandering out....
They literally fumble with it like it's trying to balance playing cards together....
Saturday was interesting.
We had to go to a wedding, and she was asked to sing for the ceremony. Afterward, and at the reception, there were non-stop moments of people seeking her out to tell her how amazing her singing is. The wedding photographer took her card, say, "Normally ceremony singers are cringe-worthy, but you were remarkable, and angelic."
It was fun to see her actually take some time to revel in an accomplishment, and the compliments.
We went back to her apartment afterward, and after giving the dog a little out of crate time, I walked the dog before we headed to bed. While I was outside, I could hear an argument in the apartment building adjacent to her's. Intoxicated voiced; a woman screaming through tears, and a male voice yelling back unintelligibly.
I returned to her bedroom, and secured the dog in the crate. I undressed, and got ready to get into bed. Just as I took off my shirt, we both heard a crash outside. It sounded as if a pile of plastic ware had fallen out of one of her kitchen cabinets, but it definitely didn't come from inside the apartment. I put my shirt back on, destined to go investigate what it was when the doorbell of her apartment rang furiously.
"I have a doorbell?!" she looked at me, and asked.
"I guess you do."
"In four years of living here, no one has ever rang it."
I put my shorts back on, and headed for the entry door. I was met in the hallway by the man in the apartment across the hall. We both ran downstairs to the entry door to find a woman pounding on it, screaming for help.
Apparently the domestic turned violent. She smashed his iPhone. He took her's. She tried to take it back, and he pushed her away. She grabbed his XBox, ripped it from the entertainment center, and ran out. Before he could catch her, she threw it to the pavement in the parking area. He grabbed her by the neck. She scratched at him, and tore his shirt. She broke away, he grabbed her arm. She screamed at him to leave, and he threw her to the ground. He left, walking home.
We brought her inside the entry to the apartment building. She was only wearing a t-shirt as a night shirt, so my girlfriend brought her a pair of sweat pants. She was near hyperventilation, and was crying uncontrollably. I called the police, and explained the situation. They found the boyfriend walking, and picked him up. They came back to get her, and took them both to the station.
I had to be up at 6AM to work as an extra for a film... I ran through yesterday on very little sleep.
I wish they would have hired me sooner.
I could have suggested some decent fucking office equipment to buy instead of these pieces of shit....
First day on set.
I would swear they don't know what they're doing except they all, for the most part, seem to know what they're doing.
Today is one of those days I feel like packing some bags, throwing some food in a cooler, grabbing my dog, and leaving everything behind.
Just me, the dog, my cameras, and the road. I could drive until I run out of roads....
Gas, tolls, food, and pay my cell phone bill. What else would I need?
the dog? ;)
The dog would be with me... yeah? Shouldn't that be assumed by the fact she is one of my necessary travel companions?
it would of been assumed, just not listed on the last line lol i'm just being picky lol and funny ish here :)
I have this whole love/hate thing going on with my life right now. Seems like every time something really good happens, and I'm happy with the way things are going, something bad happens, and I have to re-prioritize everything all at once.
I guess it's always kind of been that way, but right now it's unwanted, and unacceptable....
Life is a paradox; he loves me, he loves me not. Why do you see it as something bad? I guess it's in your perception. It would be so much better if you saw things as a challenge to be overcome. :)
My life is non-stop challenges to overcome. I could use a few easier paths once in a while.
Someone sends me a message and then deletes their account? What was the point of that?
Or did they just change their name? Or.... jeebus. I've had this one, and only account since the beginning. Even actual vampires probably only need to change their identity every 50 years or so....
Yes for sure, way too much name changing and account swapping going on here these days. It's like a fucking shell game anymore. And don't get me started on the ones who have like 10 accounts or more......
Yelp this is my one and only, past 4 years and never changed my name on it. I thinks its cool or what ever people have more then one but its the ones who have tons and change names every day and send -those- messages to rate and add and... yeah. One is enough for me.
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