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:: Friday, August 22, 2003 ::

What is it with guys that can't get their shit together?

I mean, when I say I'm going to do something, nine times out of ten, I do it. If I say I'm going to call, I do my damnedest to call, and if I can't, I definately email, text, or IM the first chance I get, to apologize.

I'm getting really tired of wasting my days off waiting for other people to figure out what they're doing. I like to do things, but most passtimes aren't much fun alone, so I'm forced to the whims and schedules of other people less reliable then myself. The reason I spent so much time with Dre this summer is because he's one of the few people that, when he says he wants to go somewhere, actually *does*.


I don't know. I'm just frustrated because I constantly feel like I have to chase after people. Just once, *I* want to be chased.

~Fox
:: Fox 8/22/2003 11:07:00 AM [Say what?] ::
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