Do not fucking complain about me not inviting you to go hang out, when I fucking do. You just never come through. Don’t bother even trying to pull the “Kathleen, we never hang out” bullshit when I’ve given you plenty of chances. You just end up flaking or making up an excuse to not come. And half the time, you don’t even care to come join. So, no. Do not bitch at me and make me look like the bad guy when you don’t even hold up to your half.
If there’s one thing I can NOT tolerate, it’s flakes.
According to them, I’m supposed to travel to a lavish location, solve a mystery, catch a criminal and do massive amounts of shopping. All while running around the unknown area unsupervised and meet an incredibly hot guy that I’m supposed to fall in love with. Oh, and this was all supposed to happen while I was 14. What.The.Fuck.
my parents spoil me way more than I deserve.
Arrive at his place and see him and his army friends drinking their asses off.
It’s me and my dad’s TV tonight.