Do people read this pathetic dribble anymore?? I suppose I'd have to post a picture of my tits to find that out.
Just kidding, asshole.
Things are lovely minus my friend Kayla.
She drives me insane. I've never met such an emotionally needy person...no, I have. Ok, but she's up there. It's like, if she's going through some kind of hard time, she expects everyone who's ever hung out with her to care. Everytime she's upset and calls me at two thirty in the morning, she leaves me these extended voice mails, detailing all the people who have not picked up the phone, and adds to her laundry list of problems.
Yeah, dude, I feel for you. You have health problems. Your dad is battling an addiction. An aquaintence of the past died. Ok, I get it. You're upset. But, please don't blame me for not jumping to my phone when you call me at that hour. I probably only pick up for my little sister, Michael, and Richard because if they call me, there's something wrong
How do I always befriend people like this?
//rant