Monday, March 17, 2008

Good Gravy

About a year ago, I blogged about cutting a friend loose. In the initial post I didn't get into specifics, but in the comments section I elaborated the following, to try to give some insight into the situation:

Me: I'm building a house! From scratch. Mr. Salted and I designed it ourselves, and we're really excited and proud of it.

Her: Well, let me tell you for the 40th time about my fabulous apartment! It's totally better than your house because it's within walking distance to the mall! Which is better than the mall near you, by the way.

Me: I live down a backroad, on a private wooded lot, I don't even like malls and I do all my shopping online.

Her: Yeah. It has, like, 200 more stores than your mall. You would love it. By the way, would you like to hear again how much money my boyfriend makes? Next week I'm probably going to dump him for a nightclub security guard, but when I take him back again because he misses me so much, I'll have to make sure I update you on his salary when that time comes.

So imagine my complete and utter shock -- shock!! -- to find out that this friend (which, update: dumping unsuccessful!) exists in Saturday Day Night Live recurring character form. Wow. Just, wow. This is pretty much her, to a T. Not even really an exaggeration. Can you imagine why I'd ever want out of this?


Anonymous said...

Wow, how'd you ever get into it?!

Riles said...

Ugh. I think I'm one of the few that still watch SNL each week, and I HATE that skit. So unfunny, and must be worse in an actual friend. Nice friendump, Litely.

litelysalted said...

It goes back to when I was 14-15 years old. Which as we all know, is not the time when we make our most informed friend relationship decisions.

Manda said...

That skit is painfully funny because I've been fortunate to have known several people like that. Chalk it up to being in the theater for so many years. Those damned show people.