So this is the last thing I will say about friendships and all that-because the drama-packed girl of the moment is no longer a part of any crew of mine.
Random day
Me: Dude, I bought all this underwear, and I can’t seem to find any of it.
Her: Huh.
I see my underwear clearing peeking up from the back of her pants.
Me: Dude, are you wearing my underwear?
Her: No. I’m not.
Me: Dude, I can see it. Yes, you are.
Her: Yeah. heh heh heh.
Later on:
Her: Dude, I ordered a bunch of underwear from American Apparel for all the ones I took from you.
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Months and months later:
No underwear. And all those small, apparently petty lies really paint a bigger blacker picture of someone who would lie to your face about wearing your underwear, then try to make it better by lying about getting new ones.
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S’alright. I don’t deal with liars very well. And honestly, the entire friendship was leveled because I called her out on them (the lies) in hopes that she would realize I was not so judgmental that I couldn’t deal with the truth. I will take the truth, no matter how disgusting and lame, over any stupid lie, any day.
Oh these lessons in life.
So much fun to learn.
July 6, 2004 at 2:31 pm
omg….
Francisssss….
She wore your underwear?!
Tell me where she lives, and I will kick her ass. Seriously.
July 6, 2004 at 6:52 pm
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