Things I hate

As in, things that make me so infuriatingly mad I want to slap someone in the face while looking them in the eyes:

1) Dropping off the face of the earth when both parties know they need to touch base.
As in, you know I'm the only way you can get to my house for my party, and you're the main other person around which I've planned this party, so you don't answer your phone all day.

2) Getting ahold of that person far too easily through some other means, and thinking nothing's wrong with what just happened.
As in, calling your house line, and having you pick up and say hi like you hadn't just done the aboce. Then telling me what you've been up to the last 24 hours, having it be unacceptable, and no reason not to answer you phone, like, it was in the other room, and being a fucking moron about it. Like, doing what we were supposed to do tonight, last night, and with an abusive ex boyfriend who you swore you'd stay away from, not having slept in the last day, and not being available for me to pick up now that it's time for us to get ready for the party.

3) Flakes. Flaking, etc. RSVPing for something, then backing out the day of when called to confirm. Or, talking to me when I call to confirm like you told me you weren't coming in the first place. What the fuck? If you knew you weren't going to go, why didn't you tell me last week? What the fuck kind of ass are you trying to make me out to be? Thanks. Nothing like having half of a guest list back out 6 hours before the event.

4) Having money in limbo. Hundreds of dollars. Hundreds of dollars and the whole point of the event. Having it in limbo because of people who violate #1.

5) Dealer mentality. As in, being generally unavailable and uncomprimising with regard to providing a good or service upon which your flow of income and lifestyle depends. What the fuck gives you the right to take a week to provide something you've taken on the job of dispensing? If I were a dealer, of anything, I would have enough to cover any sale that could be consumed in one night, at all times. I would know, that given the nature of the life I had chosen, that I should be prepared to stop whatever I'm doing when I get that call, and prepare for the sale. What the fuck kind of dealer presumes they can just get back to you whenever, cause they're trying to have a life? Especially given that most dealers I've ever had any business with are small time, not distribution level sellers. You morons, this is how you make your money. You don't have a fucking job, you sell drugs. I want drugs? You sell them to me, right now, or I go to someone else. It's that simple. Basic entrepreneurship. It's just bad business to do it any other way.

6) Maybe it's cause I'm a control freak, but, as a host, I fucking hate not having things fall into place until ten minutes before an event. Something about not knowing who's coming, what we're doing, if my shit's gonna arrive, and who I need to pick up until it's damn near too late to fix any problem that might arise, is just irritating. Stresses me out.

The worst part about this is that no one seems to understand where I'm coming from here. Like, no one seems to be able to relate to me that these things piss me off to the point of near insanity. My buddy Justin needed a ride up here to come tonight, but guess who I haven't been able to get a hold of ALL day, despite making me promise I would call him yesterday and today. And his voicemail box is full, and he hasn't deleted any messages. So now it's far too late for him to come, and he still hasn't called me. What the fuck is wrong with him? Do I have any right to be mad about this? He told me this meant a lot to him, so I made a lot of effort to do all I could, and he did nothing. I think I can be pissed.

Anyway. I have to get ready now. The event is so close to happening now that the ball has actually started to roll. Clever analogy.