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Dec. 28th, 2008 11:32 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
So, today I was supposed to have some of my high school friends over to bake cookies. We did this last year, and it was fun. I don't really keep in touch with these girls, because love them though I do, we really have nothing in common. I mean, we didn't really then either, but we were stuck together freshman year (after knowing one another and having individual friendships since first grade) and so that was that.
Anyway, they were supposed to come over at two. I got up early to clean for these bitches, and instead I wake up and get a text from Philly, who's all "my dad planned to go out on the boat today and I couldn't say no."
On one hand, I understand, because parents do occasionally make plans without telling their kids and just expect them to do it. I know this because my parents have done it. And I know that Philly probably didn't want to say no because she just got home and wants to see him, etc etc. However, now we have to move plans- THAT WERE EXTREMELY DIFFICULT TO COORDINATE- to tomorrow to 2.
In spite of the fact that I have a breakfasty/lunch deal with Talisa tomorrow. And that I HAVE SHIT TO DO. In spite of the fact that it took like three days on facebook sending messages back and forth and around for like three days before we landed on a time and date that mostly worked for everyone.
Hate. Such hate.
Anyway, they were supposed to come over at two. I got up early to clean for these bitches, and instead I wake up and get a text from Philly, who's all "my dad planned to go out on the boat today and I couldn't say no."
On one hand, I understand, because parents do occasionally make plans without telling their kids and just expect them to do it. I know this because my parents have done it. And I know that Philly probably didn't want to say no because she just got home and wants to see him, etc etc. However, now we have to move plans- THAT WERE EXTREMELY DIFFICULT TO COORDINATE- to tomorrow to 2.
In spite of the fact that I have a breakfasty/lunch deal with Talisa tomorrow. And that I HAVE SHIT TO DO. In spite of the fact that it took like three days on facebook sending messages back and forth and around for like three days before we landed on a time and date that mostly worked for everyone.
Hate. Such hate.