Got a unicorn in your radiator, and the cow jumped over the moon
In response to Dave's post--
I considered not posting a response, since I know you're upset, which is fine, but maybe it'll help to know what was going on everywhere.
The thing about driving Tuesday--yeah, it wasn't really something I wanted to do. You'd just shown up needing a ride from spending the night with someone who, without exaggeration, has tried to ruin my life on several occasions, has mailed anonymous notifcations to my parents of things from my past like TIM DICKS HAD AN OWI, has threatened to prosecute me for multiple rapes that I shouldn't even need to say didn't happen (until she was talked down by her therapist), called me depraved and cruel and manipulative for not renewing my obligation to an expired lease on an apartment I hadn't inhabited in five months, etc., created and propagated the nickname Rotten Vagina and R. Vag for my girlfriend and your friend, has emailed me certain that Sarah's cheating on me, etc
Along with lots of other fun stuff. So I like to not think about her. And it sucked that I had to drive you home from spending the night with her, because then I have to wonder how much crap she told you, if she poisoned you against me and Sarah, etc.
The rest of it was, you and I had spent the entire day on the road two days before--the hour to Osceola, the hour fifteen to Albia, to Osky, back to Albia, then me back to DM, and it was fun, so I'm not bitching about that trip in and of itself--and I was tired so the prospect of making the three-hour roundtrip unexpectedly again wasn't all that pleasant. Why would it be? And yeah, I had unmovable life or death plans for that night because I didn't know you were going to need a ride back to Albia until you showed up from lunch with Lauren (it was kind of good to see lauren, though). I had thought you were having dinner with her that night, so I figured you'd be over after, but I didn't think you'd need to get back to Albia the same night.
The life or death, unmovable plans was: I had a date with my girlfriend. Part of it was, I see Sarah from about 8:30 till 11:15, when she's getting ready for bed. So I didn't want to be driving at that time. We're having some problems, not really with the relationship at its core or anything even that important, but with her new work schedule making things crazy, and I thought if you were still coming Wednesday night it would be to stay over so there wouldn't be the driving, and so S and I made plans. And part of it was that I really dreaded driving at all, and didn't want to be bitchy about it for whatever amount of time we would have hung out. And I already was bitchy, I know...I was just tired of zooming about in a car. It seemed that, if I wanted to be home before it was midnight or so, we'd have to leave DM before anything really happened anyway. And anymore, especially that night, it wouldn't have been good for me to be driving too late.
The reason I left yesterday was this: Sarah was pulled over on the interstate last weekend and couldn't find her insurance card, and the cop threatened her with the multi-hundreds of dollars fine but just ended up giving a warning. So she didn't want to drive again until the insurance company could get the replacement card here. She had appointments to look at apartments in Minneapolis that couldn't be cancelled without repercussions (they've got a place, but the chance to look at new places was short, and the landlord had a couple possbilities that won't be open very long, etc), and her roommate who I'll presumably be seeing a lot of in the future wanted to meet me (since I just cancelled going to a wedding where they're all going to be), so anyway: Sarah asked me to take her. I decided to go, as Dana was going to be with you anyway, and I assumed there would be people here at the house besides me, and Kev wanted to see you, and I thought maybe Amish would be here, and later I found out ryan and head tried to call Dana... And though it's cool Dana came, since she never met me I didn't think it would mean much to her if I were here or not.
I didn't answer my phone because I'm a bad phone answerer. At the time I got your message, too, I was in 5 pm traffic on a freeway outside the twin cities with a roaming indicator on my dying cell phone. This bitch in a pancake-colored four-door about slammed me, then gave me the double-palms-up-fuckin-teenager look, so I was teetering on the verge of insanity, punching out my own windshield and charging along my hood to dropkick her contact lenses into her brainmeats. So instead of calling Ryan (again, roaming) I forwarded him your text message. My phone died a little after and I plugged it into my car, and the next day I got his message that the message didn't send completely or didnt' attach the original sender number or something like that.
Andy was at a wedding most of the day, I'm not sure when he got back. Ryan would have been working at the bar down the street from about 8 to 2 that night, I think. They said they tried to call Dana, I think.
Anyway, there are the reasons for the issues you mentioned. I considered not posting about it, because I can see this being upsetting on the other side, too, but maybe it'll help to know what was going on all over the place.
I considered not posting a response, since I know you're upset, which is fine, but maybe it'll help to know what was going on everywhere.
The thing about driving Tuesday--yeah, it wasn't really something I wanted to do. You'd just shown up needing a ride from spending the night with someone who, without exaggeration, has tried to ruin my life on several occasions, has mailed anonymous notifcations to my parents of things from my past like TIM DICKS HAD AN OWI, has threatened to prosecute me for multiple rapes that I shouldn't even need to say didn't happen (until she was talked down by her therapist), called me depraved and cruel and manipulative for not renewing my obligation to an expired lease on an apartment I hadn't inhabited in five months, etc., created and propagated the nickname Rotten Vagina and R. Vag for my girlfriend and your friend, has emailed me certain that Sarah's cheating on me, etc
Along with lots of other fun stuff. So I like to not think about her. And it sucked that I had to drive you home from spending the night with her, because then I have to wonder how much crap she told you, if she poisoned you against me and Sarah, etc.
The rest of it was, you and I had spent the entire day on the road two days before--the hour to Osceola, the hour fifteen to Albia, to Osky, back to Albia, then me back to DM, and it was fun, so I'm not bitching about that trip in and of itself--and I was tired so the prospect of making the three-hour roundtrip unexpectedly again wasn't all that pleasant. Why would it be? And yeah, I had unmovable life or death plans for that night because I didn't know you were going to need a ride back to Albia until you showed up from lunch with Lauren (it was kind of good to see lauren, though). I had thought you were having dinner with her that night, so I figured you'd be over after, but I didn't think you'd need to get back to Albia the same night.
The life or death, unmovable plans was: I had a date with my girlfriend. Part of it was, I see Sarah from about 8:30 till 11:15, when she's getting ready for bed. So I didn't want to be driving at that time. We're having some problems, not really with the relationship at its core or anything even that important, but with her new work schedule making things crazy, and I thought if you were still coming Wednesday night it would be to stay over so there wouldn't be the driving, and so S and I made plans. And part of it was that I really dreaded driving at all, and didn't want to be bitchy about it for whatever amount of time we would have hung out. And I already was bitchy, I know...I was just tired of zooming about in a car. It seemed that, if I wanted to be home before it was midnight or so, we'd have to leave DM before anything really happened anyway. And anymore, especially that night, it wouldn't have been good for me to be driving too late.
The reason I left yesterday was this: Sarah was pulled over on the interstate last weekend and couldn't find her insurance card, and the cop threatened her with the multi-hundreds of dollars fine but just ended up giving a warning. So she didn't want to drive again until the insurance company could get the replacement card here. She had appointments to look at apartments in Minneapolis that couldn't be cancelled without repercussions (they've got a place, but the chance to look at new places was short, and the landlord had a couple possbilities that won't be open very long, etc), and her roommate who I'll presumably be seeing a lot of in the future wanted to meet me (since I just cancelled going to a wedding where they're all going to be), so anyway: Sarah asked me to take her. I decided to go, as Dana was going to be with you anyway, and I assumed there would be people here at the house besides me, and Kev wanted to see you, and I thought maybe Amish would be here, and later I found out ryan and head tried to call Dana... And though it's cool Dana came, since she never met me I didn't think it would mean much to her if I were here or not.
I didn't answer my phone because I'm a bad phone answerer. At the time I got your message, too, I was in 5 pm traffic on a freeway outside the twin cities with a roaming indicator on my dying cell phone. This bitch in a pancake-colored four-door about slammed me, then gave me the double-palms-up-fuckin-teenager look, so I was teetering on the verge of insanity, punching out my own windshield and charging along my hood to dropkick her contact lenses into her brainmeats. So instead of calling Ryan (again, roaming) I forwarded him your text message. My phone died a little after and I plugged it into my car, and the next day I got his message that the message didn't send completely or didnt' attach the original sender number or something like that.
Andy was at a wedding most of the day, I'm not sure when he got back. Ryan would have been working at the bar down the street from about 8 to 2 that night, I think. They said they tried to call Dana, I think.
Anyway, there are the reasons for the issues you mentioned. I considered not posting about it, because I can see this being upsetting on the other side, too, but maybe it'll help to know what was going on all over the place.
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