I AM MAD AS HELL!!!

That's probably why I haven't blogged all week. I guess I could have posted a mess of profanity but you have certain music channels for that. I am so sick of people treating me like shit. Perhaps I'm too laid back because people seem to walk all over me - all the time. WTF?! Do you need to be a bitch to be treated with respect or even consideration? Grrrrrr. Moving on. I actually had a really good weekend. Parts of it anyway. Bad: Had four hours of sleep Friday night. Not because I was partying or anything. No, that would have been worth it. No, no, no. I had four hours of sleep because of work!! On my way in at 5:30 Saturday morning, I slammed my finger in the car door. That wasn't enough. No, no, no. The door was locked. I had to fish out my keys, unlock the door, and reset the car alarm - all the while my finger is smashed in door. Lovely. That sucker bled for four straight hours. If I wasn't half asleep, I would have cried. Good: Went to a cookout with my brother and some biker dudes I know. They were so funny - had me laughing my butt off. And damn - I had enough beer and food to last me the winter. Well, enough to stop the throbbing in my finger anyway . . . YES I'm short and NO that is not my brother's bike. Bad: I went alone to see "the bar guy" play - my friends bailed on me. No sooner do I get home and get in bed do I get two separate phone calls asking me to go out that night. Nope - in bed- staying in bed. Good: Sunday I did absolutely nothing that required even a smidgen of effort. Nadda, zilch, rien. Trek had a good day too. I finished the peanut butter jar . . . Trek REALLY finished it. Bad: Got a stupid drunk phone call from a "friend" Sunday night. Make that two. Two stupid drunk phone calls. Good: Went to a crab feast hosted by a close friend. The crabs were HUGE, the company was great, the dancing was fun, yadda, yadda, yadda. All in all, great afternoon/evening. Levern & I Bad: I get a text message from Yoni saying he wants to fly back for my next day off so we can talk. WTF?! He's going to fly back to talk?! When we were together he couldn't pick up the phone or write an e-mail when he was out of town for weeks. Besides, he was in town all week and didn't bother to call. Now he wants to fly back next weekend just so we can talk?! Am I supposed to be flattered that he is going to fly in just to have a talk with me? What is there to talk about anyway? Let's save you the flight: You still love me - I still love you - You haven't changed - I haven't changed - It's not going to work. Was that so hard? Then only hours later I get a text message from my previously mentioned drunk "friend" asking if I was mad at him. Ummm, hello?! WTF?! Yup, doormat Brea. Here's how it goes: I'll do nice things for you here and there - Treat you like shit here and there - Feed you a bunch of empty words - Oh and then when I miss you or need you, I'll call or fly in. Not even anger management can help this chick out. Seriously, I'm sick of it. Oh, and by the way, it was my middle finger I slammed in the car door. Smiley for the Day: