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Saturday, 06/08/2002 Entry: "You know where you can put that ticket (cyberme pt 6)"

You know where you can put that ticket (cyberme pt 6)

So Nutcase was out of my life, and I could breathe a sigh of relief. Primadona was gone from the team, and it was more fun playing the game.

Seven and I met the ADD player and an old, old acquaintance from my first year on IRC during our trip. It was pleasant but hurried since we had a scheduled event to attend in the evening. She was more alet offline than online. I never would have guessed.

Some new player came up out of nowhere (Team Acrophobia by then was a very inbred sort of organization. Considering that most of the players were rednecks anyway, that was to be expected) who was befriending my TA administrative friends and the captain of a team I had discuss merging with. It became evident to me that this new person was in fact Nutcase, but I didn't let on.

After a kidney stone ordeal from the stress which Bitch continued to put me through, Nutcase called me and insisted we talk. She begged forgiveness for accusing me of chasing women , realized under her new identity that I was just being nice and helping people and not coming on to them and wanted to be taken back as "just friends" (I should mention her behavior during the summer was like a yo-yo, and responding to this accordingly, she accused me of being bipolar. LOL!). I made the mistake of accepting her apology, but I believe it just postponed the inevitable and she was going to act regardless.

Okay, so this cautious period ended in about 3 or 4 weeks. She was missing for a weekend after obligating herself to a TA event, everyong asked me (for some reason) where she was, so I asked her sister. Her sister said she and her parents were also worried and she'd let me know if she heard from Nutcase. Well, nutcase had the oddest tone when she showed up again. It was like "aww you didn't have to worry about little ole me" and indicated that the sister had told the parents I was frantic ( !!! ) that Nutcase was missing! The entire family must be nuts or something. I wasn't frantic, but just relaying an inquiry from others. Nutcase didn't like the fact that I wasn't frantic and that I accused her sister of lying. She went back to the bipolar and womanizing accusations, then disappeared for good sort of kind of.

Then came Bitch's turn. I had made the mistake of accepting an invitation to visit the family on Thanksgiving (I am allergic to pets, and have not been able to join a family gathering since 1992. Yes, I only see some relatives at funerals and weddings now, which sucks). She had behaved herself for so long. Well, other than it was clear she was relaying deceptive info between myself and Nutcase during those weeks to stir something up, and she went into challenging me again, that I mailed her the tickets and said bye bye, also throwing her off the team. I should have kept her off it back in 1998. She tried to blame her kids' disappointment at my not coming, but she had nobody to blame but herself. I wasn't going to be stranded in rural Pensylvania in a hostile situation for ANYBODY! Besides, it appeared that Nutcase was going to use those NYC tickets to hit her relatives in PA, and I wasn't about to get involved with that!

So the last of the troublemakers were out of my life.

OR WERE THEY???? Well, see, that's the thing. We'll talk about that in the next screwy installment.

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