i'm a wanted woman

i am so sick of cranky people. they are making me cranky. because of all the negativity i am surrounded by, i am being very cynical lately. well, that and the pms :)today i worked, was very cranky at work (again-- i am sorry to anyone i have offended).... and that was that. after i left work, i checked my phone to see that many of my male friends had called me today. i felt very popular for a few minutes, then after my ego "de-blossomed," i called back everyone, even though i hate calling people. and guess what? i still have no plans tonight. fucking hurray.well, one phone conversation was rather jolting. this old friend, david, i have known him for 10 long years-- i have mentioned him before in one of my earlier entries, the one whom i shortly dated years and years ago and who now lives in D.C., called. i had a horrible visit with him in D.C., and i vowed to never deal with him again on any basis that consisted of anything beyond an hour-long conversation. this was not because i am intolerant and aloof, but more so because he is revolting in a wussy pussy sort of way. well, needless to say, i have a newfound respect for him. why? well, the day my grandma was dying, i didn't know who to call. but i needed to talk to someone, and he was the only person i could think of for 2 reasons. reason 1: he lost his grandma recently, and she was his best friend so i knew he would be sensitive to me. reason 2: i can cry in front of him only because i have known him for 10 years. there are many people whom i suppose i could talk to about my grandma, but i will NOT cry in front of people. but this is a friend i have known for almost half my life. so he was there for me, and he really listened. so now he is no longer a pussy wussy. he is just a difficult turd. he called today, was real sincere on the phone, and very personal, not cocky like he usually is. it's a shame that deaths in families is the only thing that makes people nicer these days. well, the jolter about his call was that he told me how much he misses me. i said thanks, but did not return the mushy line until the disturbing silence on the other end of the line signified that i was being pressured to say something mutual. i, to be totally honest, do not have any desire to see him anytime soon, but why not? i have nothing better to do. my weeks consist of meaningless work, repetitive chopstick folding, and going out with friends to clubs where weird men harass me. so i finally gave in to his mushiness and invited him to chicago for a visit. he got real excited and said he will be here in mid april. now what the fuck am i getting myself into? what the fuck am i gonna do with him for 3 days? i don't like anyone that much to spend 3 days in a row with them (except for my dad). he hates clubs. i love clubs. he hates dancing. i love dancing. he hates walking fast. i don't know how not to walk fast. he is very lazy miami. and although i grew up in miami, i am very pissy boston. whew, he and i are day and night. that is why it is tough being around him in any way other than in small doses.tomorrow i hang with a girl who works for chicago tribune. i am gonna try to see if there are any job openings there, she tells me there are. i gotta say peace out to big bowl before i wind up bitch slapping the manager. then i might chill with amy (my best friend) and liz (from work, awesome girl). this new girl, from the tribune, seems very nice. i think she is lonely. i want to help her get out more. she goes to depaul and says she sits on her couch a lot. i told her i sit on my couch a lot too, but i still get out a lot. this girl needs to get wild. i am bored. and uninterested. and uninteresting.