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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!"


"One minute past. How was the party?"


"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.