Crappy ass weekend. Home on friday, out on saturday, sleep on sunday. Saturday was ok, went out with one of my girlies and her bf....feelin' old :( We weny out to celebrate the 21st bday of a girl we've known since she was in diapers. Plus my sis is 21 today too. Anyway, jager-bombs are uber dangerous and the cindo should not be allowed to have a phone anywhere that jager is also present. Made a boo-boo, think I made an ass of myself and I'm a little embarassed about it, but hey, I needed to vent and if I needed a little propulsion in the form of alcohol, then so be it.
Thougt I was just going to let it go as usual, but texting seemed like a really good idea when I was under the influence. That's what happens when a confrontation is blatantly and heartlessely ignored. I tried to resolve it beforehand and was ignored....blown off yet again...what a shock! Oh well. I'm done. So, realization for the weekend, the only thing worse than a liar is a liar that is also a friend, and that makes me sad.