: "24" in real life
Hey y'all! I got a lot to bitch about and I'm just going to let it fly, so put up with it. :P
Okay, so yesterday Stephy wanted me and "Acme Sister" Chris to go out with her and Smitty to the mall so that Ryan "Dad" doesn't think she's up to no good. Steph and Ryan are both very jealous people. It's stupid, I know, but oh well.
Chris couldn't make it and I didn't want to go. But I went anyways and ugh, basically I was dragged around all these stupid stores at the mall for an hour and half before I was dragged to Old Navy.
And then they wanted to go back to Smitty's for drinks. The plan was that they drop off Stephy's car at Steph's house and then I'd take Steph home after she got smashed. Stephy's only 18, bare in mind.
So basically, these two friends took big advantage of me. I was brought to give them an alibe while they flirted like crazy; and then to provide them rides around when Steph got drunk. I was a chaporone! They were taking advantage of me, and quite frankly, I was felt both insulted and upset over this matter. What gave them the right and how dare they assume I am just their "supervision?" Is that how you treat friends in real life? No. It's not.
I blew the pair off today at work and I'm sure they know I'm mad at them. I came up with some excuse not to do it last night and they dealt with it, and they wanted me to go out with them tonight. I didn't, despite that today was going to be very different circumstances than last night. Once more, lying my way out of it again.
Steph will most definetly hear about this at some point. I may tell Smitty at some point, but only at the right time.
Fuck.
Anyways, I celebrated the offical "Buy a MOTU Action Figure Day" today. Artic Armor He-Man. Worst He-Man ever, but the only one I was remotely interested in. Besides, he's most regale looking He-Man, so I figured "what the hell?" Speaking of which, my fanfic is calling me . . .
Good night everyone! Tricia comes home tomorrow, so I'll probably talk about that tomorrow night!
~W~
Hey y'all! I got a lot to bitch about and I'm just going to let it fly, so put up with it. :P
Okay, so yesterday Stephy wanted me and "Acme Sister" Chris to go out with her and Smitty to the mall so that Ryan "Dad" doesn't think she's up to no good. Steph and Ryan are both very jealous people. It's stupid, I know, but oh well.
Chris couldn't make it and I didn't want to go. But I went anyways and ugh, basically I was dragged around all these stupid stores at the mall for an hour and half before I was dragged to Old Navy.
And then they wanted to go back to Smitty's for drinks. The plan was that they drop off Stephy's car at Steph's house and then I'd take Steph home after she got smashed. Stephy's only 18, bare in mind.
So basically, these two friends took big advantage of me. I was brought to give them an alibe while they flirted like crazy; and then to provide them rides around when Steph got drunk. I was a chaporone! They were taking advantage of me, and quite frankly, I was felt both insulted and upset over this matter. What gave them the right and how dare they assume I am just their "supervision?" Is that how you treat friends in real life? No. It's not.
I blew the pair off today at work and I'm sure they know I'm mad at them. I came up with some excuse not to do it last night and they dealt with it, and they wanted me to go out with them tonight. I didn't, despite that today was going to be very different circumstances than last night. Once more, lying my way out of it again.
Steph will most definetly hear about this at some point. I may tell Smitty at some point, but only at the right time.
Fuck.
Anyways, I celebrated the offical "Buy a MOTU Action Figure Day" today. Artic Armor He-Man. Worst He-Man ever, but the only one I was remotely interested in. Besides, he's most regale looking He-Man, so I figured "what the hell?" Speaking of which, my fanfic is calling me . . .
Good night everyone! Tricia comes home tomorrow, so I'll probably talk about that tomorrow night!
~W~
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