So the bastard didn't leave... he phoned me 5 mins after i had left (and he knew i was on my way) to tell me that tonight isn't going to work and i have to pick him up tomorrow cause if i showed up tonight he wouldn't be there/ Then he flipped on me and kept saying how it was all my fault. he knows i don't have the car tomorrow but as he put it, "i don't see the big deal"
so now tomorrow at some point i need to go down and buy his ticket and drop it off. then i'm never seeing him again. i do too much shit for my mother. I hate him.
so now tomorrow at some point i need to go down and buy his ticket and drop it off. then i'm never seeing him again. i do too much shit for my mother. I hate him.