Taking stock of my friends

That's right, it's time for a review. Think I'm cold for doing it? Deal with it, baby!

Note: This is my journal, and I'm writing as such. If you're planning on being offended, please read no further.

Cynthia, you've been terrific: loyal, sincere, caring....what more could one ask for in a friend? I thank you for being on time, always there, and tons of fun. Never change, and never settle for less than what you want.

Lyndsay, we'll start with the bad...you need to stop letting guys walk all over you, and get rid of that scumbag Tim. You definitely need to re-evaluate your moral and ethical standards. You're a smart, dedicated student, and you're definitely going places. Thank you for making first year fun, and hang in there!

John, knock off the gossiping, and learn to smile. If you have a problem with someone, have the chutzpah to tell them straight out. Your sense of humour is wonderful, your view of life refreshing, and your intellect among the best. Focus more on the positive things in life, and you'll be fine.

Michael, you need to stick up for yourself every now and then, and learn to tell when a joke stops being funny and starts being hurtful. Although I know you mean no harm, some of the things you say cross the line. Thank you for your kindness, your integrity, your accepting nature, and willingness to have a good time. And yes Michael, I would go out with you if you were gay.

Sam, learn to be on time, and in some cases, show up. Pay more attention to your words and actions, especially with respect to your friends, because you are often very instulting. Your refusal to grow up is a shining beacon to us all. Thank you for your naivity, your laughs, your wit, and your friendship. You'll always be my favourite husband.

Baillie, write down my number so you don't forget it! And stop falling asleep everytime you invite me over. No one makes me laugh quite like you, and there's no one better to shop with. Thanks for being you, no matter what anyone thinks.

Nick, your fickleness, and absent-mindedness are more frustrating than you can imagine. Think before you act, and focus on the big picture. You give me hope that not all gay men are shallow automatons. Thank you for my first kiss, your caring nature, your courage, and for bringing me more happiness than anyone ever has.

Mel, you're more bitter and sarcastic than even me. Thank you for being my role model :)

Steph, remember that not all of us live in computer world, and come out to say hello once in a while. Take it easy with the judging every now and then. Thanks for lots of fun times, and many more to come.

Mila, try harder to keep contact between us, and recognize that the real world exists, whether you like it or not. Your incite, your art, and your friendship continue to touch me. Thank you for being there, criticizing when I need it, accepting me, and making me try new things.

Desi, make an attempt to call when you say you will, and try your hand at commitment in relationships. Thank you for being sweet, caring, courageous, and willing to go that extra mile. I hope you never stop being who you are.

 
Sweet merciful crap!

I knew it was going to be difficult living with my aunt again after a year more or less sans the family drama, but I honestly don't know how I ever put up with living like this. It's been three days and I'm already having serious difficulty suppressing the urge to set the house on fire. Moreover, I don't have the foggiest idea how they can stand living the way they do.

She runs around never knowing what she's doing, taking ten thousand years to do a simple task, until 4 or so when she starts to drink and then begins delegating her responsibilities to anyone unfortunate enough to be within hollering distance. It's frickin' ridiculous! Why can't anyone in this family go a single day without drinking? And why can't they ever talk to me when they're sober? Gutless fuckers....

And so I'm just sick of everything. Suddenly the house is a mess, and the once simple action of eating dinner is now a laborious endeavour, involving finishing cooking the half-made meals of intoxicated fuckwits, hearing the same thing over and over because they're too out of it to remember what they've said, and taking three hours to finish dinner because nothing is ever done on time, and with every drink it moves further and further away. And who the hell are you to tell me how to eat? Guess what, I've been taking care of myself for ten years now, and doing a hell of a lot better at it than you are with yourself. Arggghh!

And don't even get me started on everyone talking about girls, which girls are checking me out, which of my so-called 'girlfriends' I'm going out with, trying to get me to pay attention to whichever girl you happen to like. Take a hint already damnit! I've never expressed any interest in girls, never had a girlfriend.....I'm comulsively clad in something rainbow, I'm constantly defending the right to gay equality, and for Christ's sake, I'm not exactly a macho man here....you do the math!

And the money! the money! Stop throwing it around like you're rich--you're not, and you can't afford to think you are! Stop wasting it on stupid things like re-painting the house yet again, and all that other crap. Stop promising to help me out with school, or to upgrade my computer, because I've heard it all a thousand times before, and you've never come through! Your promises mean nothing anymore. The only thing I can count on with you, is that you'll be half in the bag by early evening.

Surprisingly, there's still more. Originally, I was told that possibly one girl, his niece, would be coming to stay here to go to school. Now, as many as five may be coming! Anyone who's ever been to this house knows it's too small for the three people that are currently living here. Why couldn't they have waited until the end of summer when I was gone to do something like this? If I'd known, I never would have moved back from London.

Ugh, they're all so frustrating....why can't they just grow up?