Grrr...

I guess I spoke too soon. J didn't contact me...but today his best friend called and texted me...and granted several weeks ago, he did leave some crap in my house, but still. I don't want to hear from them. Any of them. My life is better and easier without all of them. I texted him back and said I was in class (actually I was shopping, but that's really not his business).

His reply "Call me after class." To which, out loud, I said, "Fuck that!" I get so sick of people telling me what to do. It's obnoxious. And coming from this particular specimen of human-like semi-consciousness, ridiculous. So I don't text back. I come home. I cook myself dinner. And as soon as I'm done eating, my phone starts buzzing. It's him again, so I wait for the voicemail to pick up...and I turn my phone off. It's 10:30 at night...you really think I'm going to let you come over to get your muscle-mass building pills or whatever the hell those ridiculous supplements are? Absolutely NOT.

Why can't these people just disappear from my life. I swear. I love my apartment, but I want to move and change my phone number just so the morons will never be able to find me. Wouldn't that be awesome?