rubbing salt right in

May 11, 2006 09:35

Josh, Keir's fake brother called me at 5pm yesterday saying Keir was going to call me whenever he got in.

So either he never got home or this is just a sad (but working) attempt to whiten homey up.

To cope with everything lately I had been thinking that for new trains to pull in old ones would have to pull out. I felt really good emotionally yesterday. I had even the passing thought that I'd be ok and things happen for a reason, and other random things like some lame post-game pep talk to the loosing team, one that actually worked?

I mean if he called himself, at least it wouldn't have been waiting by the phone all night for no reason. Also, why make your lackeys call me and make another promise for you to break?

keir, life, complaints

Previous post Next post
Up