A few nights ago, a man I thought was a nice guy bitched me out because I wouldn’t let him stay over night. It got to the point where I had 911 already dialed on my cell just in case I needed to make the call quickly.
When we first met up to hang out, I had tried to avoid any potential drama or miscommunications by telling him how we needed to SPLIT UP earlier rather than later because I had to wake up early to pick up my cousin (all true). When he asked to walk me home, I said yes because we had met a few times before with friends and he seemed nice and trustworthy. When I agreed, I also told him that it was getting close to when I said I had to go to sleep and that he’d need to go home soon.
And despite all this: he decided I had wronged him by telling him he couldn’t come in and stay the night. He started by trying to convince me he couldn’t get a cab back to his hotel because it was so late. Now, I live in SF, so there are at least 3 modes of transportation he could have easily chosen besides a yellow cab to get to his hotel downtown. And yet he felt justified in being so aggressive that I spent most of the night awake and afraid he would come back. So no, despite your extensive apology by text the next morning, you lost your fucking chance to be my friend, let alone anything more. Fuck you.
I had a dream that my family and Tom Felton’s were friends; a discovery which I made when we, our families, ran into each other in Japan.
We were in Japan going to the opening night of an exhibit showcasing my mom’s kimono collection…
And while we were in Japan, apparently the SF Giants were playing there and we came upon them playing a (not official) game in some clearing in the forest…
and I accidentally knocked one of them off a tree branch because I’m a clumsy awkward spazz.