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Entry 4: I'm too Tired to Name This One

Whew!  I’m so fucking tired, but I still signed on anyway.  What can I say?  I’m really addicted.  I need to get a life.

Well it looks like Tara ’s gonna be okay.  Jen told me all these things to ask the doctor and I did and  he said she would probably be out of there in like two days.  I think he got an attitude when I was grilling him but isn’t that what he gets paid for?  I mean shit, know your role.  So she’s getting out soon and of course Timberfuck is already trying to take her on a plane.  He needs to get a fucking grip.  What’s wrong with her going home and getting better before he starts dragging her all over the freaking country?  Once she can fucking breathe again he can take her wherever the fuck he wants, but  let her get better first!  He wants to take her to Florida because ‘the sun will make her heal faster’.  I ask you, faithful readers, what kind of crap is that?  The sun will heal her faster?  It’s fucking September, not February.  There’s sun in Maryland too.

My God I hate him.  I shouldn’t have picked up her phone when he called but me being the great friend that I am, I did it despite my instincts.  After we talked the first time he made arrangements to fly into National right away and I said I would pick him up.  See how nice I am?  I promised Tara I’d bring her that ratty ass bear he sent her a few day ago and instead I showed up with him.  If it were me I wouldn’t be excited but go figure, right?  She really likes that little punk.  Well I went to the airport after I washed my ass and stopped by Tara ’s house to get slippers and shit for her, and who should be there with Timberfuck but his home boy, JC.
Mike was there too, but I expected that.  His ass is always around all up in the mix.  But I picked them up and JC was all smiling like we were best friends.  He wasn’t looking bad or anything but shit, we barely know each other and he has a girlfriend.  Not that I care.  Anyway.  I was just glad that I  went ahead and took a shower because at first I was thinking about just rolling up to get Justin all funky.  And God was smiling on me because I even had on this cute little shirt I got from BeBe the other day with shorts.  They were having the best sale and I got about ten different outfits for half of the normal price, not that my dad appreciated my thriftiness.  Is that a word?  He saw all the bags and started bitching like always, even after I told him how much money I saved.  See, he bitches about me spending money but if I ran around looking beat down he’d say I was embarrassing him.  I can’t do anything right.

But back to the boy band members.  JC was all smiling and flirting since he wasn’t on lockdown.  I couldn’t believe Bobbee let him go anywhere without her and you know I asked.  He tried to act all bad ass like he wasn’t whipped but Justin busted him and said she had to work which is news to me.  Bitch has a job?  You wouldn’t know it by the way she runs around following the group all over the country but whatever.  I tried to be nice and ask if they had to go to baggage claim and Timberfuck looked at me all aghast.  I was like what the fuck?  And he was all condescending as he told me how they couldn’t go to baggage claim because they would be mobbed.  Um, right.  That’s why no one bothered their asses while we walked through the packed airport.  Somebody needs to stop believing their own press.  We got in the car and he started asking me a million fucking questions about Tara .  Now remember that I haven’t slept at all so I’m not gonna be as nice as I normally would, but I held back and tried to answer him while I drove through crazy rush hour traffic.  Then Mike really worked my nerves by offering to drive, like I can’t do it myself.  Plus nobody drives my truck but me, especially not some weird stranger who hangs out with Timberfuck, are they crazy?  Tara can let them roll around in her cars all she wants, but if anything happens to my car I have to hear my dad’s fucking mouth, which will drive somebody to drink.

Since I was somehow mistaken for a chauffeur, I was told that we were all going right to the hospital instead of dropping off Mike and JC.  Like they really thought that just because I offered to pick up Timberfuck, not Timberfuck and friends, I was offering my services as a driver?  But I still kept quiet and drank my Starbucks until we got to the hospital.  Here’s the funny part that made all the shit I take worthwhile.

We got there around eight and visiting hours don’t start until nine.  I tried to hip him to that fact but no, we had to go right there, which I wasn’t gonna argue about because I wanted to be rid of his ass.  So we roll up and the nurse at the nurse’s station said we had to wait.  Fine.  Look, I can complain about anything at any time, given the chance, but even I know hospital rules are hospital rules.  But Justin Timberfuck is special, didn’t you know?  He starts arguing with the nurse.  Correct me if I’m wrong, but wouldn’t you want to be nice to the people who are taking care of the person you’re supposedly in love with?  Wouldn’t you want them to be nice to the patient and not have an attitude because she’s dating a prick?  Yeah, that’s what I think, but he has a different set of rules.  Me and JC stood there watching him perform.  Even Mike was smirking.  He had the nerve to say  “Don’t you know who I am?”  And the nurse just gave him this blank stare which was like the funniest shit I’ve ever seen in my life.  His face got all red and he was ready to blow up especially when he saw me laughing.  Then Mike tried to explain that they were in ‘N Sync and the nurse was still looking like ... “And?” ... and JC and I were leaning on each other with our hands covering our mouths because the whole thing was hysterical.  JC said something about how Joey should’ve been there with his video camera and Timberfuck got even more pissed and stomped off.
So we all laughed, even the nurse and Mike even did for a second too but he got himself together and rushed off after him.

It doesn’t get any better than that.  Being tired and dealing with him was a breeze after that.  I was even nice to him when we got into Tara ’s room.  Mike brought him back at nine and I guess they went to the gift shop because he had roses.  Suck up.  She woke up and was so happy, though.  Poor thing is out of her mind from whatever they’re giving her, she was all thanking me for bringing him and shit.  Like I would’ve arranged for him to come near me?  I don’t think so.  Then Timberfuck announced how he was having her moved to a private room because they, meaning him and Tara I guess, shouldn’t have to share.  How fucking magnanimous of him.  I was already going to have that done anyway but whatever.  She’s just laying back, happy and content to let him take care of everything.  Except he can’t take care of anything  He’s an incompetent brat, but I didn’t say a word as much as it killed me.  I watched them kiss and talk baby talk until I was ready to fucking gag, then I went to find her nurse and get her medicine.  I was just glad to be out of there.

We got her all settled with her crap and him and I was ready to bounce.  I kissed her good-bye and was jingling my keys when I saw JC looking at me all pitiful.  Yeah, I gave him a ride.  I’m a bitch but even I wouldn’t make him sit and watch those two slobber over each other.  I’m so nice that I even offered to give Mike a ride to Tara’s since she was letting them use her house and her car which is a whole different issue but none of my business so I’m shutting up, but for some reason he didn’t get the hint that they wanted to be alone and stayed.  I think he and Timberfuck might have something going on instead of Timberfuck and Britney.
Here comes the weird part.  It’s not weird, just ... I don’t know.  Don’t think I didn’t know from jump that JC was feeling me because it was so obvious but being alone with him was weird.  Conversation flowed and shit, I mean I even liked talking to him.  We never had a chance to talk before because he had that attachment on his asshole but he’s really funny and cool and we have a lot in common.  I guess I’m all surprised because I expected him to be like his loser friend who he seems to really like.  Part of me thought the rest of the group except for Chris was just pretending to be friends with Timberfuck because he’s such an ass but he says they’re really close.  So that’s a big mark against JC in my book but other than that he wasn’t bad.  He didn’t even talk about his girlfriend the whole time, we just talked about music and Maryland .

Oh yeah music.  I remembered when we were talking about music that Tara and I had tickets to go to see Maxwell next week.  And the Backstreet Boys two days after.  I don’t care if she’s too sick to go see Maxwell because those tickets were free since my dad’s company has a box at Constitution Hall so I can take whoever I want to that.  But I wasted like three hours going to a scalper company to get front row tickets for us to see Backstreet and no way are we missing it.  Florida will have to wait.  I gotta hear them sing my song, I Want It That Way, and see my little heart patient Brian.  He’s so cute and sickly looking, I just wanna protect him.  Unfortunately their loser band mate will also be there but maybe I can entertain myself by throwing shit at his head.  Wait until Timberfuck hears that we’re going to see them, he’ll shit a fucking brick.  And she’s going.  I know she’ll try to use that sick shit to get out of it but we are going and that’s final.
I’m off track here, I’m so tired that I’m delirious so let me finish this.  So JC was all like “I love Maxwell” and shit so I told him he could come.  I mean I figured Tara ’s gonna drag that loser anyway so why not have somebody to talk to besides Mike?  He said he would still be here so he’s coming.  Not that it makes a difference to me anyway.  He’s just somebody to talk to since I’m gonna be stuck with Tara and her albatross.

Albatross.  An SAT word.  See I’m not dumb.

Long story short, we got to his house and I had to pee so I went in with him.  Nobody was there that I could see, not that it matters because I met them all that one time we went by there.  Another story for another time.  But I finished peeing and when I came out he walked me back out to my truck which was nice because he looked as tired as I felt.

Then he hugged me.  Freaked me out so much I almost pushed him away.  What’d he do that shit for?  Hugged me and said “Thanks for the ride and the concert” and smiled all big.  He has really nice blue eyes.  And a big nose.  Anyway I said you’re welcome and he even opened the door of my truck for me.  I really hope he’s not trying to push up on me when he has a girl.  That’s just wrong.  Oh shut up everybody, yeah I know I’ve never cared about girlfriends in the past but maybe I have a conscience now.

Ha ha, I crack myself up.

But actually it’s not like I care anything about Bobbee, shit, I’d enjoy sticking it to her.  And it’s not like I’m looking for anything, I don’t want to date him.  Tara ’s got enough drama for everybody, no way would I let myself get caught up in some boy band shit.  But nobody’s against a little fun.  No strings.  Just good old fashioned fun.

That’s if he’s lucky though because I’m not sure about anything, this is all delirious rambling and can’t be held against me.  This is my disclaimer.  I don’t like him, I don’t have a crush, I just told him he could come along to the concert since I have a box.  So stop thinking what you’re thinking, JEN and TARA (I know you both will read this one day).

Going to bed.