Oh, people I went to high school with.
Thank you so much for keeping my life interesting.
Just had a 10-minute internal debate on whether or not I should ask this one girl I used to be kinda close with if the baby in her display picture was hers.
I just didn’t know what the social protocol is in such a situation.
Apparently “…had a baby” doesn’t show up on the new Facebook timeline.
Get on that shit, Zuckerberg.
Guess who has a job?!
Me.
The sub shop called, my first training shift is on Monday :3
Now peace out, you cray bitches.
This newly-employed motherfucker is going to get some pizza.
^Ever since I watched Pulp Fiction the other day,
saying motherfucker makes me feel like Samuel L. Jackson.
… I’m becoming someone I barely recognize.
And I hate it.
^You’ve been warned.
You know what I love?
That really awesome moment when someone you consider to be a good friend decides that hanging out with you is a lot less important to them than you thought it was. And maybe it’s partly my fault for not dropping everything and running over the last two times they asked me to hang out, but seriously, some advanced warning would be nice.
I’m sorry if I’ve done something else wrong; I’m sorry if I’ve made you feel less important to me than you are; I just wish that you’d carry on a decent conversation with me so that I could tell whether or not we’re okay.
Ugh.
Sorry for being so passive-aggressive.
