Ah, nothing much to comment on.
I've just been discovering the various ways that a few of my friends have managed to backstab me. But what is new about that? There will always be shady-ass people and I will always somehow seem to befriend them.
Work went well yesterday. Ashley and I worked the same shift, and things weren't too busy. So we just ended up standing in the front and bullshitting for most of the day. Afterwards, we headed over to the mall and sifted through overly-priced shoes with Charlie. I must admit, I'm addicted to shoes. But goddamn, that boy takes longer to buy a pair of shoes than I do. It takes me only 5-10 minutes, but we had to go from store to store to store helping him find the pair he wanted. In the very beginning, I suggested that he get a pair of black shell toe Adidas, the ones with the white stripes, because he is a fan of the shell toes and they go with everything he has in his wardrobe. He was like, "Nah, I don't like those that much." and in the end, bought a pair of black fucking shell toe Adidas because he thought they looked great. I wanted to hit him upside his head. Ashley and I ended up missing our train, so he gave us a ride to Sequoia Station.
Ashley and I ran into Nicole at the station, so we kidnapped her and brought her to Palo Alto with us. WE were going to make pizza, but Ashley soon discovered that she had no flour. So we ate microwavable quiches instead.
Eventually Nicole and I headed back to Redwood City and I met up with Myke after Nicole went home. We went over to the Garage and hung out for a bit. I don't understand why the other girls hang out there. I really don't. They never contribute to the conversation and they always look incredibly bored. Plus, most of the guys make fun of them. And they just take it. I don't get it. Oh well. Anyway, Myke dropped me off at my house and I ended up falling asleep on the couch while petting Turkey (the oldest of the three dogs). Eventually, Tommy woke me up and told me to go to bed. So I did. And I slept most of the day.
I made a very stressful phone call yesterday. It was just a simple "I can't make it tonight" but it still made my stomach drop. Hearing his voice and the non-chalantness. I wish he'd at least hate me. The not caring thing is worse.
I've just been discovering the various ways that a few of my friends have managed to backstab me. But what is new about that? There will always be shady-ass people and I will always somehow seem to befriend them.
Work went well yesterday. Ashley and I worked the same shift, and things weren't too busy. So we just ended up standing in the front and bullshitting for most of the day. Afterwards, we headed over to the mall and sifted through overly-priced shoes with Charlie. I must admit, I'm addicted to shoes. But goddamn, that boy takes longer to buy a pair of shoes than I do. It takes me only 5-10 minutes, but we had to go from store to store to store helping him find the pair he wanted. In the very beginning, I suggested that he get a pair of black shell toe Adidas, the ones with the white stripes, because he is a fan of the shell toes and they go with everything he has in his wardrobe. He was like, "Nah, I don't like those that much." and in the end, bought a pair of black fucking shell toe Adidas because he thought they looked great. I wanted to hit him upside his head. Ashley and I ended up missing our train, so he gave us a ride to Sequoia Station.
Ashley and I ran into Nicole at the station, so we kidnapped her and brought her to Palo Alto with us. WE were going to make pizza, but Ashley soon discovered that she had no flour. So we ate microwavable quiches instead.
Eventually Nicole and I headed back to Redwood City and I met up with Myke after Nicole went home. We went over to the Garage and hung out for a bit. I don't understand why the other girls hang out there. I really don't. They never contribute to the conversation and they always look incredibly bored. Plus, most of the guys make fun of them. And they just take it. I don't get it. Oh well. Anyway, Myke dropped me off at my house and I ended up falling asleep on the couch while petting Turkey (the oldest of the three dogs). Eventually, Tommy woke me up and told me to go to bed. So I did. And I slept most of the day.
I made a very stressful phone call yesterday. It was just a simple "I can't make it tonight" but it still made my stomach drop. Hearing his voice and the non-chalantness. I wish he'd at least hate me. The not caring thing is worse.
howdypardner:
Oh I miss ca sometimes, not much though. Thanks for the kind words about my finger!