|Current mood:|| aggravated|
|Current music:|| Freak on a Leash Korn|
I can't believe I am friends with such a lying little prick. He told me he couldn't go out today, that F.T. wasn't happening....and yet I call his house to have his father tell me that he is indeed at F.T. Joy, joy, how great I will take this. (sarcasm) How did I get so fucking lost in my own little delerious world that I can't see he's walking all over me. Jesusfuck, when will I learn that all men are pricks, especially the ones that seem to be the nicest?!