I wrote to Jen this am: (title: the ungodly nerve)
"Oh, I haven't spoken to you for a year and we have all these
unresolved things from the past that I could throw back in your face
*any second*, but come sew my horse a costume and let me use you,
okay?"
I am just so goddamned offended.I am going to let her note sit for a
week or so, then try and compose some sort of response that leaves
the door open enough for me to know what she's up to so that I can
figure out how to spend time with E. She's just so freakin' all or
nothing; I am sure she'll be offended if I tell her there's no way in
hades that I'll EVER be her damn slave.
I am thinking I'll word my refusal in such a way that casts doubt on
my sewing skills or somesuch. To be honest, I have no experience
sewing silky, slidy stuff, and from what I understand velvet, silk,
and such are really tricky to sew. So it'd be true.
I just feel like she's put me into yet another no-win situation.
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Jen said:
I can't believe anyone could be that manipulative. I am offended on
your behalf. I can't believe anyone would have the temerity to ask
you to be her slave apropos of NOTHING and with all that dramatic
history.
Definitely sit on your response and compose it as you described. Or,
ignore it altogether.
We didn't win the lotto, unfortunately, so we might have to start
saving for a hitman. A little here, a little there, and before you
know it, someone will be wearing cement shoes.
Am v.v.v. tired. I hardly slept last night, it was so hot. I will
probably nap at lunch, maybe even outside. I am beyond excited for
tonight. The Making of a Chef is the most inspiring book, I swear.
When all these CIA kids go on their externships, they go to major
restaurants (Le Bernardin, La Grenouille, etc.) where many of the
chefs worked their way up - didn't go to culinary school. I could do
that, too.
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I said:
It's not just the manipulativeness, it's the fucking TRANSPARENCY of
it. Like I'm too stupid to realize what she's attempting to do, like
she doesn't respect my brains enough to even construct a better
pretense at actual niceness. Hey, I'm manipulative sometimes, but I
do it in such a way that it's not so fucking OBVIOUS and insulting!
She can lick my anus. ew. No. no she cant'. She needs to stay the
fuck away from me. But I need to arrange it in such a way that I get
to see & talk to E.
Sorry you had a bad night. Hopefully the thrill of your first night
will keep you going thru the banquet & stuff.
I have taken naps at lunchtime before--I have a little alarm I can
set on my cell phone to wake me up to go back to work. :)
...she definitely needs cement shoes. BIG f-in cement clown shoes. To
offset the buoyancy of her blubberous boobs. Boob. UGH. I am just so
horrified by her 'invitation'. bleh.
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Bleh bleh bleh.