I consider myself pretty advanced in the art of flaking...
however, there's one friend of mine who is the undisputed Obi Wan.
So this trip to the Tim Burton exhibition has been in the work since... I think April, when I first got word of it.
I had planned to visit LA in the summer, however, this LA friend of mine convinced me to wait until October, because "shit is SO fun in October!"
Considering we were talking about Tim Burton, it made sense that October would be pretty legit for the trip.
Like I said yesterday, the exhibit requires you purchase your ticket ahead of time with an allotted time and date of your visit.
I hadn't purchased my ticket because I was waiting for the time that best suited my friend.
However, the visit would HAVE to be made this weekend, because I have special events planned for the last weekend of the month.
We discussed it for a bit... and she never got back to me, which pissed me off... because no one gets in the way of me and Tim Burton.
I was becoming increasingly irate as I'd see that creeper FB ticker inform me of this friend's FB activity.
BITCH! I KNOW YOU'RE ON-LINE! ANSWER MY MOTHERFUCKING QUESTION!
Finally, at around 5PM today, I went ahead and purchased my ticket. The only time slot opened for the weekend is on Saturday night at 7PM.
This LA trip is meant to be a quick day trip. A wam-bam-thank you ma'am. Having to chill in LA past 7pm really puts a hamper in my plans.
So yeah, this had me worked up all day.
Then I got worse when I saw my friend's response to my "I bought my ticket, please join us if you can" message.
"My friend's having a birthday party. We can do brunch though... or breakfast on Sunday."
Bitch, this is a DAY TRIP. Quit lying about your friend's birthday party. Just admit you don't wanna chill... you do this EVERY. SINGLE. TIME.
So... let's get this straight:
1. Friend makes me change my plan for the MONTH of my visit. Delaying it by at least four months.
2. Friend makes me wait until the last fucking minute to buy my ticket... which ultimately gives me a shit time.
3. Friend makes up excuse to not see me AT ALL during my day visit to LA.
And she wonders why people don't like her and also consider her actions selfish/thoughtless.
Use your fucking head, man... or at least be honest. It saves a lot of frustration.
BUT! LA, here I come!
however, there's one friend of mine who is the undisputed Obi Wan.
So this trip to the Tim Burton exhibition has been in the work since... I think April, when I first got word of it.
I had planned to visit LA in the summer, however, this LA friend of mine convinced me to wait until October, because "shit is SO fun in October!"
Considering we were talking about Tim Burton, it made sense that October would be pretty legit for the trip.
Like I said yesterday, the exhibit requires you purchase your ticket ahead of time with an allotted time and date of your visit.
I hadn't purchased my ticket because I was waiting for the time that best suited my friend.
However, the visit would HAVE to be made this weekend, because I have special events planned for the last weekend of the month.
We discussed it for a bit... and she never got back to me, which pissed me off... because no one gets in the way of me and Tim Burton.
I was becoming increasingly irate as I'd see that creeper FB ticker inform me of this friend's FB activity.
BITCH! I KNOW YOU'RE ON-LINE! ANSWER MY MOTHERFUCKING QUESTION!
Finally, at around 5PM today, I went ahead and purchased my ticket. The only time slot opened for the weekend is on Saturday night at 7PM.
This LA trip is meant to be a quick day trip. A wam-bam-thank you ma'am. Having to chill in LA past 7pm really puts a hamper in my plans.
So yeah, this had me worked up all day.
Then I got worse when I saw my friend's response to my "I bought my ticket, please join us if you can" message.
"My friend's having a birthday party. We can do brunch though... or breakfast on Sunday."
Bitch, this is a DAY TRIP. Quit lying about your friend's birthday party. Just admit you don't wanna chill... you do this EVERY. SINGLE. TIME.
So... let's get this straight:
1. Friend makes me change my plan for the MONTH of my visit. Delaying it by at least four months.
2. Friend makes me wait until the last fucking minute to buy my ticket... which ultimately gives me a shit time.
3. Friend makes up excuse to not see me AT ALL during my day visit to LA.
And she wonders why people don't like her and also consider her actions selfish/thoughtless.
Use your fucking head, man... or at least be honest. It saves a lot of frustration.
BUT! LA, here I come!
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