|Current mood:|| discontent|
|Current music:||It Doesn't Matter - Alison Krauss & Union Station|
I "stood up" Ryan last night. I didn't *mean* to. It just happened. Which I'm sorry and stupid for not calling him to let him know I wouldn't make it. I'm never *that* flaky, I usually call when I know I can't make it, but I guess the shock of my father (my step-father, not the son-of-a-bitch that "donated" the sperm ie -- impregnated my mother) being sick totally made me unlike myself. But *she shrugged slightly* looks like he dealt. Which congrats to him and Wade by the way, for being together and all.
And Eliza's deleted. Which really fucking sucks because she was my only "buffy bitch" around here ;) and then there are people leaving all of a sudden. Which really blows, I hate that. People leaving. But yeah anyway, damn where is the alcohol at? *she grumbled slightly and went in search for a bottle of jack*