alcohol remainders within my bloodstream.

okay, first off, i appreciate any invitations/411's/inquires received on my cell phone, via text messaging. what i don't appreciate is hearing the damn 'doo-doo-doom' sound going off everytime i receive your chain messaging. listen, i only limit myself to sending one text per person, per day. if i'm texting you first, it's usually because i don't want to interrupt you if you are in a meeting, etc. if i'm texting you back, i usually get to the point in one reply. there's online messeging for those of you who wants to do that kind of shit, so use your cell phone to call/answer to me verbally. N wHo TypEs LyK DiS? BcUz Its 2HaRd2UnDeRsTaNd. what are you sending me, a license plate? i can't decipher something equivalent to a teeny-bopper's smartness, &hearts&and&hearts&.

second itchy issue, waiting. i absolutely hate waiting on others. now i'm not talking about waiting for someone's love; there's always your two hands to satisfy yourself in the meantime. i'm talking about actually waiting for people/things to appear in my presence. por ejemplo, i just got back from doing my weekly local produce shopping at kcc's open market, and by 'weekly local produce shopping' i mean 'eating it on the site' because their food vendors are so damn good. anyway, this one vendor decides to put me on hold for about fifteen minutes or so. she asks me for my name at the time of taking my order and she writes 'jake' instead of chad, even after reconfirming what i've just said. i was like, fine...i've changed my name a couple of times in the past to sleep with others just so that they wouldn't find me on facebook or other social networks. so i'm waiting among the other few people who ordered before me, and they, as well as people after me, were receiving their fried polentas and aranicis (in the name of the father, the son, and the holy spirit) before me. so the hapa-asian lady cashier asks me what i'm waiting for, and i said, ''an order of fried polentas....and....aracini....,'' without moving my clenched teeth. listen, my hangover was about to kick in and it was hot as hell; you'd be a bitch too if you didn't get your heart-attack prone fried foods too, you got that? but fortunately for her, i was being nice today. she gives me a complimentary pastry for waiting and i said, "i'm not a two-year old; you don't have to give that to me." uggh. as a customer, i'm almost ALWAYS polite towards the service i receive from others because i feel karma is not something i'd like to experience. but this is bitch deserved it.

and finally, what is it with others getting mad at me for not doing any favors for their own benefit? a friend of mine is graduating this semester as a dental hygienist from UH manoa. however, in order for her to graduate, she needs to anesthetize me. now i, too, am going through a lot of shit since finals are coming up, but for you to steal two to three hours of my study time away from me is ridiculous. so i said that if anything, i'll come in an hour or two later than my scheduled appointment. she throws a fit and acts all sassy while i was receiving the treatment. you know, even though i don't have any feeling in my mouth, i'm still capable of biting your head off.

maybe my title for this blog should have been "i'm a big fat complainer who does nothing but whine". now where's my bloody mary to maintain this buzz?