I am petty.
A woman I was friends with in high school friended me on FB. We caught up, chatted quite a bit, made plans to get together over Christmas (didn't happen, but it was nice to plan it), and then out of the blue with no explanation or ANYTHING, she deletes me as a friend and made herself completely unsearchable (which she wasn't before).
So today, because I have talked myself out of emailing her and asking WTF?, I deleted the picture I had of her and I at her wedding. Bitch don't wanna be my friend, bitch gets no face time in my album.
Isn't that shocking, -t? What is sad is that I often forget to name it when someone asks me about favorite movies, or movies I will watch again and again...it is just, well duh.
I have a friend who thinks it's the most boring movie ever. Good thing she's got other great qualities.
Funny thing, though, a love of Bull Durham has led to the possibility of my writing a baseball romance. It's a request from the editor who turned down the figure skating romance (but would still love to read the whole thing if I ever finish it *headdesk*) and would love to read any other sports ideas I might have. When I asked what kinds of sports, she said, "How are you with baseball?"
Heh.
Heh heh heh heh...
She said it's amazing how many sports-themed romance submissions she receives where it's clear the author knows NOTHING of the sport in question.
So I'm brainstorming a baseball romance while I sit here, whacked out on drugs.
I am petty.
I read this as "I am pretty," and agree with that statement completely!!!
Maybe she left Facebook. I toy with doing it myself, because I just don't keep up or even check on the status of things, but I guess I'd rather have people thinking I'm a bitch than thinking I made a gesture or a flounce.
Maybe she left Facebook.
Nope. We have mutual friends and she's still on and posts regularly.
Jumps on the following wagons:
- Bull Durham
- Aims as pRetty
- saying Hi to Shir
There were others, but I can't recall now. My brain is blah. It's Monday. I'm **STILL** waiting on figures from people. And now I learn that once I find out what those figures are, they will be used to shoot down the request, so I am spinning wheels for nothing. Plus. I am waiting on information of a gizmo that NOBODY has heard of... that the lighting designer wants... and I'm SOUND! Which helps reinforce my normal rant of "why does sound have to do video in theater when it makes light!"
t /rant
sorry about that.
um. Barb. I'm not one for romance novels. But I do like me some baseball. I might be interested in that book. If you were more local, I'd be happy to accompany you on "research" trips to the ball park. The things we do for literature.
I'm on a break from jury selection. Apparently the plan is to see whether voir dire can be fatally tedious. My fellow citizens appear to be a lot crazier than the last jury pool I was in. They may actually pick me because of my relative sanity, even though I warned them I would be the juror who kept running to the bathroom.
We have mutual friends and she's still on and posts regularly.
Ahh. I was gonna say, Facebook totally deleted my friend's account out of the blue because they thought it was a fake name and I had the same feeling of "what the...?"
