People Suck

Some people just suck. They can't help it, they just do. Others suck and they know it because they are complete jerks. Today I'll start with the former. I worked tonight. A birthday party. And there was lots of expensive alcohol (the beverage list was actually called x-rated beverages), a cake that costs well over a months rent for me (almost two months, actually), and a heaping helping of So Cal's collagen and silicon buyers (who probably, going by how they were dressed, each own at least one pair of clear heels). And of course, there was the DJ and an ice sculpture (aka the "martini luge"), and a very bright and garish color theme and colored lights and the whole nine birthday yards. Now guess the age of the birthday girl...wait for it....

She's 8. Yup. 8. She wouldn't let us cut the cake until she had finished making her wish, which seemed to take forEVER, and she squealed in terror when he starting cutting it before she was ready (it reminded me of the scene in "Splash" were she breaks all the tv's). As if that kid isn't going to get whatever it is she wishes for. But what, pray tell, does the kid who literally has everything wish for? A good therapist when she's 15? Big boobs like mommy's? World peace? Anyway, it was definitely one of the most surreal parties I've seen.

And then there are people who are such complete jerks, it simply boggles the mind as to how they became so nasty. And they tell you how much they care about you and how they never want to hurt you and then they do something that is so fucking mean that they didn't have to do, you feel like you're being attacked. And I want to scream and yell but I know that when he is doing these things, he is making a point of showing me how little he cares about my feelings, which means that anything I have to say will fall on deaf ears and he will continue to be a complete asshole. Because he can. And because he doesn't care about me. So fuck him. And pray he never tries to pretend to be my friend again. Because I won't forget.