Locked in the trunk of my car, again.

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Thursday, June 22, 2006

You know what? I'm annoyed. I know I don't have that many friends, and most of them won't be around for my birthday, but the fact that you think that i'd actually drop everything i do have planned to go have "meet my new girlfriend day" out in the fucking woods somewhere, you sir are out of your goddamn mind.

2 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

I'd just like to remind you that I did NOT ask you to scratch your big birthday "we're gonna do mush and get wasted" plans and go camping with me so you could "Meet my new girlfriend". First of all the words "meet my new girlfriend never came out of my mouth". And second, I asked you to come camping "SOME TIME". As a matter of fact, I told you that I would postpone my camping trip and stay an extra day to celebrate your birthday with you. And you said "No, don't bother, what does it matter, we haven't seen each other in a month and a half anyways". I offered to take you out this week and we could celebrate. Again you pouted and said no. So to you I say GROW UP. You're not a child anymore. Not everyone is going to drop what they are doing to celebrate your birthday with you. I didn't celebrate my best friends birthday, he didn't celebrate mine. CC will probably get a phone call from me...at best. And that is what I expect from him. You know that that's how I am. I don't even celebrate my own birthday! How many years has it been since I actually went over and celebrated yours, or CC's birthday? Why would this year be any different? GODDAMMIT you really know just what to say to really piss me off!

Monday, June 26, 2006 11:08:00 AM  
Blogger Annie said...

i guess i am, so be it.

Tuesday, June 27, 2006 8:08:00 PM  

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