Okkkkeeedokkeee.I'm about as pissed as I've been in awhile. My good friend/x-roomie called me up a few nights ago and asked me if I wanted to go to a movie and than go Bar hoping. Being two of my favorite things I quickly agreed.As most of you know I'm in a fucking cast with really low self esteem right now.
I lounge about in Jammies watching box sets,reading,fucking about on SG and dreaming of escaping on my crutches for the night. Sooo,I get semi-dressed up in a titty shirt,put on my makeup and patiently await his arrival over a game of Tetris. The phone rings and a drunken pal informs me that he has to stay where he is because he decided to stop by my enemy's pad and hit the beer bong.
I swear to God he always fucking stands me up!!! He even agreed to be my date for my mama's wedding than made up a bullshit excuse and skipped out on me. I am indeed a lucky girl.
Anyway,I actually feel better now that I've told my tale.Ugh,I want beer...talk to you guys later
I lounge about in Jammies watching box sets,reading,fucking about on SG and dreaming of escaping on my crutches for the night. Sooo,I get semi-dressed up in a titty shirt,put on my makeup and patiently await his arrival over a game of Tetris. The phone rings and a drunken pal informs me that he has to stay where he is because he decided to stop by my enemy's pad and hit the beer bong.
I swear to God he always fucking stands me up!!! He even agreed to be my date for my mama's wedding than made up a bullshit excuse and skipped out on me. I am indeed a lucky girl.
Anyway,I actually feel better now that I've told my tale.Ugh,I want beer...talk to you guys later
It will get better, I'm sure. It usually does, just takes time.