Junk. in Open Diary 2001-2018 (Pre-Prosebox)

Meeting with Jeff never happened last night. I knew he was busy and if I was going to see him it would have to be between his work stuff. But here’s the odd thing: I called him (like he asked me to) as I was walking to the place where we were having our happy hour party. And he was nice on the phone, but acted like he had no idea what I was talking about (???). I asked him if he remembered asking me to call him in his e-mail and he said yes, but still sounded vague.

He then tried to ask me out….but it was almost an exact repeat of an e-mail conversation that we’d had the day before. I told him that I was going to be out of town for the next few days, and he acted like it was all news to him. I was beginning to wonder if he had someone else doing his e-mails for him. I asked him if he’d even read my earlier e-mails. He got all defensive and asked, “Do you know how many e-mails I get a day?”

Um. Yeah.

Look. I know it’s the most hectic time of the year for this guy. He’s stressed and got tons on his plate. I don’t understand why he would even try to start something with me. Especially if he has practically no clue of who I am!

I was annoyed and quickly got off the phone. I was already upset about the happy hour goings on anyway. Long story. Don’t get me started.

So, he called me today to apologize. He said he was going crazy last night and that he wasn’t himself. He then wished me a good time on my mini-vacation and apologized again and again. I told him not to worry about it, but I wasn’t overly accepting either. Bah. I think I’m already bored with this whole scenario.

Oh yeah, almost forgot. Super T (is he even worth mentioning any more?) called me yesterday while I was at my media training (how to talk to the press….another long story). We talked for a while. Every time we do, I get very annoyed. It’s like a booty call type thing without the actual booty. What’s up with that? All this sexy ‘I miss you’ stuff. All this semi-steamy sex talk. All this build up and nowhere to release! From now on Super T stands for Super Tease. I noticed that he called last night, too. While I was asleep. But he didn’t leave a message. NO MORE!!!! Why can’t I find a local replacement for that shit?!

So, I’m skipping town today and I couldn’t be happier. I don’t even care that it’s raining right now where Best Bud is. I hope this little trip is what I need to help me bust out of this funk. Funkity funk.

To all the funk-causing junk out there: bite my ass.