Tag Archives: Bothersome

Seat Me Next To The Quiet Starer, Please. I Can’t Handle Incessant & Irrelevant Chatter

16 Mar

Oftentimes when we travel, we are faced with the prospect of impolite fellow travelers. In this case, which would you rather have: a talkative person with a really irritating voice, or a quiet person who keeps staring at you?

For myself, a quiet starer is much easier to ignore. With iPod pumping ambient sound-blocking music to my ears, a good book in my lap and my Blackberry in hand, I can be in my own little world of blissful solitude within seconds, quite like The Little Prince.

As for the chatters, I am all for making small talk when meals arrive or when you have to ask to be let out to use the restroom on the airplane. But sometimes people think you have a genuine interest in why they’re travelling to where they are, whose 70th birthday party it was, and of course you want to see all 50 photos of their grandkids they have in their wallet. I have a message for all these people: As my friend engnr_chik, who deals with chatters all the time on her commute to and from school in the Bay Are, says, “If I’m not responding back to you, I’m letting you know I don’t want to talk to you, no offense.”

The last few times I travelled by air, I have either been sat next to families with young children, or to an incessant chatter. And somehow, believe you me, the young children were easier to deal with and were more courteous and less fussy travelers than the adult chatters.


Call Me A B*tch, But Sometimes, There Are Things That Have Got To Be Said.

11 Dec

If you give a girl ammunition, don’t be surprised if she shoots back. especially not when you deserve it.

I don’t understand into which bizarre alternate universe I have just been dropped, but in the past three weeks, ex-boyfriends of mine have been e-mailing me via Facebook and MySpace.

What is going on. What. Is. Going. On. I have asked Elliot, Clark, and a few other guyfriends and they all profess that they do not understand what could possibly be going through these guys’ heads. Here are their letters, and my responses. First, the ex-boyfriend from college, to whom I hold no grudges and only wish the best:


It’s been way too long not talking. I hope you aren’t angry at me for breaking ex-relationship protocol and contacting you after all this time..

I haven’t used Myspace in awhile.. I guess all the kids are on Facebook, but this is the only way I know how to contact you.

How are you? That’s a very generic question which I had to ask, so I’m sorry for being very generic. So, how are you anyhow?

You still live in LA? I live in Long Beach now. I’m still an engineer churning butter for the Man. Goddamn the Man…

Anyway, hit me back if you’re bored or nostalgic or just anything. I’m not sure why I chose today to send you a message, but I was just curious I suppose.

That’s a nice picture on your profile btw. Very Jackie O.


Before I go on, let me say that I am on speaking/friendly terms with every single one of my exes, except for two. If you know me, you know which two. It’s not that hard. “Johnny” is not one of those two. Anyway, my response.

Hi there,

I never check MySpace! I am on Facebook everyday, however.

How’s life? Still working for _____? I’m still in Los Angeles, yes. I party it up with Jonah every now and then. In fact, we got together for Halloween. You should friend me on Facebook so you can check out the album with the ludicrous pictures.

Hope all is well on your end. By the way, I hear you’re engaged, congratulations!


Good, right? I know. Give me a pat on the back. I was short and sweet. And this was even the ex that I was really in love with, and thought that I would eventually get married to. The second ex, who contacted me today, is one of two “Please don’t ever call me again”, exes.


If you get two of these sorry about that… the first one i think went to the ether…

How are you. Hope all is well with you and the baby…  Good Luck in the Rose Bowl… I of course will be rooting for JoePa… Merry Christmas.

By the way, I will be coming back to L___ in the form of a contractor at S___ (wtf I know)… Do I think you care… of course not… but nobody likes surprises (unless it is a million dollars) 

Sorry if this email is a fly in your zuppe… or a no-nothing email… or whatever… just thought best to let you know…



It is all [sic]. Kai is rolling her eyes at the grammar and punctuation. And he misspelled the department that he’s going to be working for. Good God…      


First, I no longer work at L___. Good luck with that place. A heartfelt thanks anyways, for trying to warn me.

Secondly, I think it best if you don’t contact me anymore. I really meant it when I said I didn’t want to hear from you. At all. In retrospect, I regard our 10+ month long relationship as a rather unfortunate depletion of time, energy and money. I’m both disappointed in myself for not getting out of that relationship when I knew it was a train wreck, and disappointed that you didn’t have the cojones to either make the relationship work, or get out. I still can’t believe I fell for it twice when you asked me to stay and work it out.

Lest you may attempt to argue to the contrary, let me refresh your memory. I endured some incredible things during our relationship that you can’t deny, to include, (tamely speaking), your botching a Valentine’s Night out that you yourself planned so that you can get drunk with your friends, never having you drive to my house, or even meet me halfway when I was the working single mom, you barely acknowledging very expensive and well-thought out birthday and Christmas gifts, and other such nonsense like getting ignored by you when people were around. Wow, what was I thinking?

I suppose this is all irrelevant regurgitation because you’ve said in the past that I was “a model girlfriend”, and you were the one who wasn’t delivering. You are literally the second worst boyfriend I have ever had after kiddo’s dad, who abandoned us. Please, whatever you do, don’t treat your next girlfriend like this. 

Fight On!


PS. There’s a good chance I might go back to work at L____ in the new year. If so, I’ll return the favor and warn you. I’m positive you’ll want it after this response.

I hope it was rollicking good fun for you. I know Nelle laughed her little heart out on the telephone when she heard about all this. There was more that I said to Nelle, but didn’t write. I was bitchy enough as it is.

Part Two.

10 Nov

Photo of the FDR Memorial. Depicted here are the men in the bread line during the Great Depression.

We’ve just elected a new president, who says he’ll bring on the change we need…but I swear, we’re in The Great Depression, Part II.

I am sick and fcuking tired of being unemployed.

He Who Has Not Sinned Shall Cast The First Judgement.

4 Nov

If John McCain cheated on his first wife multiple times with multiple people, then married “the other woman” who happened to be a heiress, how can he say that marriage is sacred?

And that it should be between man and wife only?

How can he even dare to open his mouth and let words fall on this topic? How?

And now, ladies and gentlemen, Chris Rock, on exactly why John McCain cannot be Commander-in-Chief.

She’s Lost Her Mind, Someone Call A Sanitarium.

3 Nov

What is this country coming to?

I know that not all McCain supporters are crazy, but what the hell is this lady thinking? I mean, at some point she had to have grandkids, nephews and nieces and daughters and sons of her own? How would she feel if someone did the same to her children, and only gave candy away to Obama supporters?

America, the home of the brave? Land of the free?


Good Guy, Bad Guy.

1 Nov

I don’t have the time for a whole lot of bullshit in my life. 

Recently, there was a man in my life that I dated very briefly. Unfortunately, I had met 3 weeks before he was to move up to San Francisco. As much as I liked him, I had to bid him goodbye. I just couldn’t see a way that a real relationship would work with only 2 weeks left to get to know him. He accepted this decision, noting that long distance relationships were notoriously difficult, and understood that it was not going to be fair on the both of us. And though he was not generally happy with the decision, he handled it like an adult, understanding that relationships, and especially budding relationships, were things that were complicated, and adding long distance too it was too much.

We promised to stay in touch and be friends, at the very least.

Other men, however are not as grown up as Mr. San Francisco was. Why, just this weekend, while at a Halloween party, I had to deal with someone who decided “not be friends with me” despite the fact that he admitted that “you were definitely nice, and making an effort to be my friend.”

When asked if I had done something to offend him, he said, “No, but…” and I said, “But what?” and he said, “Um…”

Yeah. Nothing to say, apparently. Unfortunately for him, his ex-girlfriend messaged me previously and warned me about getting further involved with this guy, even when we had not met! How bad could he have been for her to message me to warn me? 

Well, I guess I just found out?!

Why can’t men just be grown ups all the time? This man is not young! He is old enough to know better. How embarrassing for him.

I just sent him a private message telling him that in reality, I knew that he was upset at me because I refused to dote on him and hang next to him 100% of the time at the Halloween party, and, ultimately, fcuk him.

Too bad for him, my vag is not just up for grabs.

A White, Christian Nation?

21 Oct

Now this really, really hurts my feelings.

I want to know what Mike Lunsford would say if Barack Obama came up directly to him and tried to engage him in some casual conversation, whether it is about Lunsford’s financial status, or how he feels about global warming encroaching upon all of our lives and ruining the future for our children.

Would he have anything intelligible to say?

What is going on with the hatefulness in our country?

Why are we dealing with this, most specialized brand of nonsense on the campaign trail while we have a lame duck president who doesn’t know what’s going on in his white house, a credit crunch that is breaking our collective backs, a severely damaged ecological system that may not sustain a future for our children and most certainly not our children’s children, and a war that is bleeding us dry while simultaneously killing off our friends, brothers, sisters, fathers, mothers, sons, daughters?

Why? What’s the point? Does that fix any of the huge problems we have? Or does this guy just want to bitch someone, anyone out, based on color of skin?

Don’t answer that.

I think I already know the answer and it hurts my feelings more.