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Saturday, September 20, 2008

"Are you mad at me?"

"No." I wonder if he can hear me pouting.

"Good. Happy birthday!"

"Belated."

"One minute past. How was the party?"

"Fine."

"You're mad."

"..."

"I'm really sorry."

"You know what? Whatever. It's not a big deal."

"I just - got busy with Teresa."

"I don't need details, thanks."

"I'm really sorry, I'm a jerk."

"Yeah, you kind of are."

And I hung up on him. GO ME.

He didn't show up to my party, and we kept waiting for him to show up, and he kept on - not showing up. It was pathetic. I feel dropped and discarded, which I guess is the natural order of things, but still. It was my birthday. Ouch.

I think I'm kind of done.