Why is it that every time I think I've gone and been too hard on Seanie, he goes and proves that I was right?
I tell him to be at my house at 5:30. He agrees to be at my house at 5:30. I remind him not to be late and to be there at 5:30 and he says don't get sharp.
SO I feel bad because I guess I'm a nagging harpy. So I decide to do something nice, and on my break I run over to Border's to get him a book he wants. Bye-bye twenty bucks, but won't Seanie be surprised when he gets to my house and I have a present for him?
BUT IS HE HERE AT 5:30? No, he is not. There's a 'complication' and he won't be making it. FUCKITY FUCK ON A FUCK STICK TO YOU, MR. BUCKLEY! If I had known that I would not have to go back home, I would have gotten some food at Oakridge instead of wasting the time to drive back to my house and back over to 85. I would've taken my school bag and the directions to the Lucie Stern theatre with me to work, instead of leaving them at my doorstep.
WHY IS IT SO DAMN HARD TO GET TO MY HOUSE AT THE TIME WE SET UP? Someone, answer me that.
PS And he's probably going to leave a note about how juvenile and immature it is to leave rants on the Internet. Screw that!