The absolute truth? I am a complete waste of space and oxygen right now, and I hate it. Holding patterns suck--and so do roommates who, despite being the best of friends, manage to drag their feet. "Let's leave around Labor Day weekend." How about you straight fuck-off and stop trying to convince me that I'm being selfish in asking you for a firm date.
Hooray for lengthy bad moods.
Hooray for lengthy bad moods.
velocity:
If you swing by this part of the country on Labor Day weekend, most likely you'll be able to hang out with both of us.