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When's the wedding?
Ugh. Remember Jordan? He's the one who helped me 'kill myself' for like ten minutes last Summer. Brain on a boat aneurysm or something.
Anyhoo, on Friday night he called me at about 6:00PM to make plans. I already had plans with other friends made days prior. I lied to him, saying I was going to be driving with my dad because Jordan has no other friends than me and gets all jealous and huffy if I tell him I already have plans with other people. No one more important to Jordan than himself. I tell him I'll text him later (while under the impression that I'd get to the bar around 9:30, but ended up being 11:00).
So I'm out and about with my other friends, enjoying the truck that Aaron just bought (and dodging a 440$ fine for various problems with said truck) and kind of dicking around before we went to the bar. Simple plans for a simple night. Out of nowhere, I get a text from Jordan. Then another. And another. I reply with "Still with my dad." hoping to shut him the fuck up, but nope. Turns out he called my house before he texted me and my mom told him outright I'd just left with Aaron.
Now, I'm fine with someone calling me out on lying. Lying is something I would rather not do as much as I have. On the other hand, I don't like being ceaselessly lectured about how wrong I was to lie by someone who claims to be my best friend, and is a frequent
(and more serious) liar than me. Flaking out on someone is certainly a dick move, but the second I saw that he was spamming me (long) texts, I knew that he was just throwing a gigantic baby temper tantrum. I hate it when people start shit with me via text or like, an MSN conversation. That is pathologically hypocritical, but this goes a step further with Jordan. I assume he's not so bananas that he'll think I'm going to listen his whiny-ass bark out gems like "I am 100% completely in the right." and just accept it. Fuck that.
So my entire policy for this has been ignore everything else that he has to say that is on a screen and make him say a word of this face to face, but he won't because he's a stinking butthole and I am an iron butted warrior.
I actually spent a saturday night watching a movie I WANTED to see with more than one other person. That was damn unique. (Godzilla vs. Mechagodzilla feat. Titanosaurus. Titanosaurus went down like a bitch.) I also ate pizza and talked about how I'd cook my tarantula if I had to eat it. Aaron would eat it raw (if he could take the hairs off of it) I would roast it and eat her with Guacamole, and Roger wouldn't eat it at all.
I post this on here simply because I've told everyone else and it's really exasperating dealing with someone like Jordan. He's like me; he can type real good, but he's pretty much just a giant child. Worse than me, though.
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