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my ex's buddies (all heavy hitters from the midwest) were in town over the weekend and he called me up to see if i would meet them at club space after hours on saturday night..well technically sunday morning. i work at a night club on saturdays and get off around 3-4 so i was like, "yea sure, if i'm not too tired".
so that night at work, i asked some of the other girls if they would go with me and they were all like yea...so i was all pumped to be going to space's patio with all the crackheads while i was sober. lol
anyway, long story short, i didnt have my car over the weekend so one of the girls was gonna go to my apt and pick me up, bla bla bla...but then she decided she didn't feel like paying $20+ for parking and she was tired....so i was like ahh screw it. i ended up crashing.
so i text my ex and tell him that and he's like, "ok peace"
and then i dont talk to him again until last night at 9 pm when i called him to see how space was and if he was recovered yet. the bastard was still up from saturday night eating pills at someone's condo. hahahaha
i was like, "jesus christ dude...WELP! ok, see ya later!" and he was like, "HAHAH i know right"
god i so dont miss that shit. i could hear some chick in the background talking like a thousand miles a minute too...probably about something like saving the world or whatever the fuck u talk about when u've been up for 2 days on drugs with a bunch of strangers.
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My soliloquy may be hard for some to swallow, but so is cod liver oil.
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man i can't believe i tried to come off as responsible in that other thread, i am so full of shit just don't tell anyone |
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