Comfortable With Conformity

My friends are assholes. Complete, inconsiderate assholes.

Last night, j, her boyfriend Dave, and J and his girlfriend C all went out last night without telling us (my sister and I). The day before, we had made plans to all go somewhere, and when we called J, no one answered. I am also still waiting for J to return my stereo which he borrowed for the new year's ever party, which he was supposed to return yesterday. My sister just called j to ask where J was, and she said at Nick's apartment, and he's not there. This shit makes me sick. Sometimes I feel the overwhelming need to get every single friend together in the same room and scream, "What the fuck is going on here? Who's having sex with who? What the hell are you people DOING that you 'forget' to invite me?"

Also, I have my period and I feel typically bloated and irritable. S came over at 4:30 pm and informed me that he has band practice at 7pm, and had to leave at 6-ish. That kind of stuff annoys me. Band practice. It's not enough that he works more than 50 hours a week, and now there's band practice on top of it. Besides, I forgot he told me he had band pratice, as I always do. I always forget when he has practice, even though he insists he reminds me. S suggested I go to practice with him, but I declined. I'm not a band groupie. I can't sit on the sidelines and watch my man play like the other girlfriends do, I just don't find it enjoyable.

Ugh. Whatever. I'm so sick of this cold weather, I don't know if I work at 9am tommorow or not (my boss is annoyingly unreliable with calling me back), and I'm furious with my so-called friends right now.

Why do people have to suck so much?

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