Just have to get this off my chest.
It's hard enough knowing you bailed that weekend without so much as a sorry or even an acknowledgment of my birthday. I don't care what you did or what you ingested.
But seriously? I'm about to give up.
You never talk to me anymore, so I'm thinking you don't care anymore.
But thanks for the friendship while it lasted.
Maybe I should give up?
You probably won't see this anyways..... you'll probably be too busy up in LA to even check around.
Just in case you do happen upon this....
I DO want my pants back. >->