All The Missing Pieces...

So Tuesday night, I sent Daniel one last email, just to let him know I was gonna need my stuff back...again.
This is what it said:

((sigh))
Well, it seems we're back to this again. I left a few things over at your place. A purple bag in the bathroom, a couple movies, and my ghostland cd. So I guess, go ahead and bag it up. I'll have Alyssa pick it up or something.
Hope your week gets better.
-Peyton

I knew he wouldn't get it till at least the next day, when he got to work, but when I woke up the next morning, I already had my response.

"yeah cause im really sure thats what she wants to do. pick your shit up!"

WTF??? WHY did he have to give me such a rude response?? I didn't reply.
I was venting to Bethany on the phone about it, and she offered to get my stuff. She said I should tell Daniel that she would like nothing more than to go get my stuff, actually. Lol. Of course, I didn't tell him that. I didn't tell him anything at all.
Yesterday afternoon, I sent Whitney a text, asking him if he was gonna be home in the evening. He said yes, and I asked him if he would mind handing over my things to Bethany.
Then he called me.

"What stuff did you leave here?" He asked.
"Just some movies, and a CD and some stuff. Daniel should have it all packed up in a bag. I asked him 2 days ago."
"Well...I don't see a bag anywhere. I mean...a lot of shit's been moved around since the last time you've been here." I could hear him digging around.
"Oh. Well...Bethany should be coming over in the next couple of hours. Maybe you should just call Daniel and ask him where it is." I suggested.
"Ok, I guess I will then. Just let me know when she's on her way."
"Ok no problem."

As soon as I got off the phone with Whitney, Bethany called.
"Hey I'm almost there!" She said.
"Already?? Ok, well I gotta call Whitney and let him know."
"Alright, I'll just call you when I get there."

So I called Whitney back.

"Hey, I'm not seeing any of your stuff..." He said as soon as he picked up the phone.
"Seriously?? Cuz Bethany is already on her way over there - Oh shit! - Did you call Daniel?"
"Yea, why?"
"Cuz he's calling me right now!" I started to panic.
"Well answer it!" He urged.
"NO! I don't wanna talk to him!" I said, my voice rising an octave.
"Just talk to him." Whitney demanded.
"Fine." I huffed as I clicked over.

"Hello?"
"It's Daniel."
"I know."
"Ok, well Bethany is not picking up your stuff. If you want your stuff, you can come over and get it." His words spilled out as if he was hissing them.
"Um, well Bethany lives a lot closer to you than I do-"
"I don't care! You can set aside a time to come pick it up, or I can bring it to you, but I don't want some strange person going through my apartment looking for your stuff. I haven't even had a chance to get it all together yet." He snapped.
I was so taken aback by his reaction, I didn't know what to say.
"...okayyyyy..." I stammered.
((click))

He hung up on me! WTF?! I didn't even get a chance to tell him that Bethany was already there. I huffed and began dialing Whitney's number.

"He practically yelled at me, and then he hung up on me!" I complained when he answered.
"Hi Peyton!" Bethany called from the background.
I gave Whitney the gist of our conversation, and he agreed with me that Daniel was acting just a little psycho.
"Well, I'll just tell you where my stuff is, and you can hand it to Bethany." I compromised.
"Nah, just talk to her." He said and handed her the phone.

It took us all of 5 minutes for her to gather my things and leave, before she passed the phone back to Whitney. Then he sat there on the phone with me and went on and on about how if Daniel really was the one, I would know, and things wouldn't be so difficult, and I wouldn't have to try so hard, bla bla bla...
Finally when he said he never exactly saw Daniel giving me "googoo eyes" I had to interject.
"Ok, are you trying to make me feel better or worse??"
"Why? Am I making you feel worse? I wasn't trying-"
"I just don't wanna think about it." I interrupted.
"Yea, I understand..." He said, before going off on another tangent.
In the end, I had to feign another call to get off the phone with him. ((sigh)) It was awful.
And now I'm sure Daniel is pissed off at me, on top of everything else.

I just wanted to get my stuff sooner, rather than later, and not drag everything out, like last time. ((sigh))

I went and saw Sex & The City alone tonight after work. Daniel had been promising to take me. He actually wanted to see it. And let me tell ya, there is nothing more depressing than going to a movie alone. Especially that movie. Too much about couples, and breaking up and getting back together... I was trying not to think about Daniel.
Mission failed.

Moving Day

The rest of Monday night was bittersweet. After Whitney finally left, Daniel asked me what was wrong.

I tried explaining how I felt about Whitney being an asshole to me just for the hell of it, but he says I do the same thing to Whitney. ((sigh)) We got into a little argument because of that, but we talked it out, which was really nice. And then we drank an entire bottle of rum, and had wild passionate sex.

No, seriously. Lol.

It was AWESOME. Hahaha.



So Tuesday, Daniel tells me we need to go to his leasing office to pick up a copy of his contract. The U-Haul store won't let them get a truck unless you have a major credit card, which they'll put a $75 hold on, or if you're paying cash, they need a passport, or legal contract, or some kind of collateral. Oh, and guess what!? Daniel has to rent the truck because Whitney doesn't have a valid driver's license. Because he can't get it renewed. Because he has warrants. (@#$!$^!#&^%$%$@%^*&^!!!!) <---- That is how I feel about that. Whitney is 31 years old!!! GROW UP ALREADY!!! UGGGGHHHH!!

So, once again, everything is up to Daniel to take care of. And since he wanted to pay cash, he needed to get a copy of his lease. Well, we head over there around noon, and for some reason, they couldn't give him a copy because the broker still hadn't signed it! Daniel was really frustrated about that. So he calls Whitney to tell him. And we were sitting in my car in the parking lot, and I could hear everything Whitney was saying. And guess what that fucker had the audacity to say!?

"Well, does Peyton have a credit card we could use?"

YEA. FUCKIN. RIGHT. Like I am going to be financially responsible for his loser ass because he doesn't have any money or a driver's license to rent the van himself!? HA! Daniel didn't know I could hear what Whitney was saying though, and all he replied was "I don't know."

At least he didn't ask me.

So then we drove over to Public Storage to try and rent one from them. That was a bust too because Daniel doesn't have car insurance, only motorcycle insurance. And I could tell that he was starting to get frustrated with Whitney. I mean what an ungrateful bastard, making Daniel do all this work just because he's an irresponsible boob who can't pay his bills. Ugh...it sickens me. Really.

So we drove back to the leasing office to see if the broker was in. As luck would have it, he was able to get the copy of his contract, and we just barely had time to go over and pick up the truck before I had to go to work.

So we spent the entire 2 days that Daniel had off- 2 days that we could have used to do things we actually wanted to do - running around taking care of shit for Whitney, that he should have taken care of himself.

When I got back from work Tuesday night, at like 3 am, they weren't even back yet! Whitney brought a girl friend over to "help them move" and they were drinking while they did it, which naturally made it take twice as long as it should have. So Daniel got like...4 hours of sleep last night before he had to get up and get ready for work. I am so completely disgusted by this whole situation.
I'm secretly hoping that living with Whitney will make Daniel open his eyes and realize what a selfish, inconsiderate jerk Whitney really is, and then maybe we won't have to hang out with him so much. Is that so evil of me that I don't want them to be friends?? ((sigh))

Well, I'm off to the airport to pick up Sophie and Brent! This weekend's going to be a busy one!

Me, Daniel and Dupree

Sorry it's been so long since I've written! Once again, I haven't been home in about a week. Things with Daniel and I are going great. We almost have a little routine worked out. I hang out at his place when he's working, then we eat together, then I go to work. And on my nights off, we watch movies, or take the bike out. And on his days off, we usually just do whatever tickles our fancy. But not this week.
Daniel has this friend...his name is Whitney. Actually, they're "best friends". And I pretty much can't stand Whitney! My first impression of him is that he's an insufferable know-it-all and he constantly puts in his two cents where it's not wanted. Not to mention he thinks wayyyy too highly of himself. So naturally, we butted heads quite a bit in the beginning. But I started to get used to him, and actually, he even started to grow on me a bit. But he will always be one of those people who,
A) I can only handle in small doses. and
B) I can't be with alone, or one of us will end up getting hurt.
But I tolerate him for Daniel's sake because...well because they're "best friends." Now, I'm sure you've all noticed that I've been putting "best friends" in quotes. And that is because, while they both say that they're "best friends", it seems to be a pretty one-sided relationship to me. And I'm about to illustrate that.
Whitney got evicted from his apartment on Saturday. Guess why??? Because he hasn't been paying his utilities bill for an entire freakin' year!! Who just does that?!?! I mean what was he expecting would happen?!?! So he got evicted, and Daniel, being a nice guy offered to let him stay with him for a little while, till he found his own place and got back on his feet. So poor Daniel (and I!) spent all day Sunday moving everything out of Delilah's room, and rearranging furniture, etc., to make room for all Whitney's crap. ((sigh)) And it wasn't exactly fun. And Daniel has been stressing out because he's worried about how this is all going to affect Delilah, now that she has no room of her own. Granted, she does sleep in Daniel's bed with him when she's over (she gets scared), but still... I understand why he's worried.
So anyways, Monday rolls around and both of us had the day off. I had to go home and take care of some things during the day, because Sophie and Brent are coming into town tomorrow. I'm so excited to see them!!! But when I finished running errands, I went back over to Daniel's to help him and Whitney out. Whitney was supposed to be bringing over some furniture in his truck. But when I get there, they're both just sitting on the couch talking! Most of Delilah's things had been boxed up and set aside, so I could tell Daniel had been doing most of the work, but none of Whitney's stuff was there.
"What have you guys been doing?" I asked.
"Well, I just got off work a couple hours ago, and I'm still packing up boxes at my house. But I'm about to make a couple trips now." Whitney said.
But he didn't seem eager to get to work on anything. And they continued their conversation. I sat down on the couch next to Daniel and pulled my book out of my backpack.
"Omg, is that an Incubus sticker on your backpack?" Whitney asked.
"Yea..." I said.
He immediately started laughing, and made some snide comment about how they were a shitty corporate band. Of course I defended them, since they're one of my favorite bands of all time!
"They are not!" I said, "And I've been listening to them since S.C.I.E.N.C.E came out, so I don't care how "trendy" they are now."
"Oh right...that's what everybody says! 'I've been listening to them since the beginning!'" He said in a mocking tone.
I rolled my eyes, and opened my book, trying to ignore him.
But then he started in on Panic! At The Disco, another band that I really happen to like. And he kept singing a really bad version of the chorus line in I Write Sins Not Tragedies, and saying, "How does it go Peyton?? Sing it for me! Haha!" And he just wouldn't quit. It's like he says things, thinking that they're soooo funny, but he never knows when to stop! And it goes past teasing, into just being mean. Ya know what I mean? It's like he's trying as hard as he can just to piss me off. And I hate to give him that satisfaction, but it usually works. So I was getting really annoyed by this point, but I continued pretending to read. All the while I'm thinking, this is what I'm gonna have to deal with every time I come over here now. Ugh...
So finally I say, "Um, Whitney? Weren't you just going to go make a trip to get some of your stuff?"
"Oh yea...I need to get started on that." He replies.
And then what does he do??? He pops in a movie.
Yea.
WTF?!!
((Sigh))
So I sit there and watch Beowulf with them, as I get more and more annoyed.

He ended up never bringing anything over Monday night. Daniel only has Monday and Tuesday off. So guess what we got to do Tuesday??
Try to get a U-Haul.
That's a whole other story, which I'll get to, I promise. But now, just writing about Whitney is making me angry...