the end of an era. This time
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.
omg….
Francisssss….
She wore your underwear?!
Tell me where she lives, and I will kick her ass. Seriously.
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