Dec 03, 2004 22:43
I knew I shouldn't get my hopes up for a ride, but I did. And now I'm wallowing in self pity and a bottle of wine.
Jackass never even bothered to call and say he wasn't going. Hell, for all I know he went and didn't want to take me. I don't care, but don't tell me you'll do something and then not even have the courtesy to call and let me know otherwise.
I'm all dressed up waiting by the phone. Is there anything more pathetic?
I just really wanted to make a show, to see some familiar faces and hear some good music. Instead, I'm going to bed half drunk and maudlin..