"I hate making plans with people who can't follow through with them. Don't fuckin make em' if you can't go through with them."
Yeah, like when you tell your friends you'll meet them if they drive an hour and you'll drive like 20 minutes.. but then get too fucking hungover and decide you dont want to.
No no, like when someone tells you they'll drive all the way out to your house because you've driven to see them several times. Or perhaps when someone agrees to come out to see me even tho I can't buy them alcohol, but later on they decide against it and find better things to do. Thanks, by the way.
Dude, you've come to my house once... and I drove you from about 20 minutes away. The other times I've met you thirty mintes away and drove you around, and you came for a freaking American Idol party, not for me/us.
I've driven an hour to Huntsville to come see you on Four different occassion. Do you really think the only reason that day was to watch Bo Bice? Nuh uh. I thought we were gonna get to hang out for a while afterwards and instead we drove to the liquor store to get you vodka. The first time I came to the Huntsville mall in a fucking pirate costume to hang out. You've driven me to your house once. I drove to Decatur to hang out with you, in which all we did was go to the liquor store to get you vodka. I've driven a lot of miles to see you and then, you go to Decatur and just cancel plans at the last second. I was 20 minutes away. That's fucked up. I felt like shit and wanted to sleep, but I'd rather hang out with you two. Next time, I'll know better. ALSO....I wasn't drunk when I wrote that. I wasn't mean....I was honest.
It has nothing to do with the hangover. Sure I felt bad for a couple of hours, but I felt fine at 4. I had already gone to Decatur that day and back. I didn't have enough money to put gas in to get to Decatur again. My Jeep can't handle all that action. I'm pissed because after you two told me that you would come here, you decided to get to Decatur....see Thai....and just decide to change plans and I was supposed to be hunky fuckin dorry about it. I wasn't. I was hurt that I wasn't worth an extra 20 minutes of driving. If you had enough to give me gas money, you had enough to get here in the first place.
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Yeah, like when you tell your friends you'll meet them if they drive an hour and you'll drive like 20 minutes.. but then get too fucking hungover and decide you dont want to.
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The other times I've met you thirty mintes away and drove you around, and you came for a freaking American Idol party, not for me/us.
You get mean when you drink, man.
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ALSO....I wasn't drunk when I wrote that. I wasn't mean....I was honest.
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I felt bad for not going over there yesterday in the end, but the plan change was just too abrupt.
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Totally kidding. Don't hate me. It was just so easy.
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