It amazes me that it's taken almost 10 years to find out that even the best of my friends will screw me over. You know who you are, trust me. I mean, it's one thing to tell me that you can't go to a big outing that I put together. That's like, whatever, i'll be disappointed but get over it. But... you BOTH tell me that, yeah, sure, you can go. You pretty much make your own schedule, or you'll just call out sick from work, no biggie. Then a week before and even the NIGHT before my bash, you're like, oh, sorry, i can't go. Do you think i'm just supposed to accept that and swallow my pride? I mean, what the hell??? You girls have been my best friends since grade school, and now you're dicking me over like this... grrrr...