To Whom It May Concern

Dear A, (not to be confused with -A my blogging buddy)
I started thinking about how alleged 'best friends' for six years should treat eachother in terms of upholding a level of respect-which you have clearly crapped on-when it comes to making or in your case breaking plans.

Since being back from college I expected that you'd oh I dunno...be excited or eager pehaps to hang out and catch up, but instead you have chosen to play a game that consists of scheduling plans with me and then canceling them. I'm not amused.

The first time was okay, I mean you just got a new bike and that seemed more exciting than going to a barbeque. All along I knew it was a cover so you could instead hang out with 'him'. Good for you, atleast you got to ride two things that night.

Then you ask me to go to the bars. Girls night out, loves it! But alas, the day of I receive a TEXT message(lame-o) saying, "yeah no bar tonight". You can't even call me!? I don't deserve an explanation. Sweeeet. But here's your best move yet: You call me for the third time 4 days in advance and invite me(I should be so honored) to a gathering you've set up. I was impressed and excited. Silly me. The day of the shindig, you don't even CALL me. And the sadest part is I counted on you...to blow me off. You haven't even bothered to respond to my sarcastic, "nice to see you" text, which I thought was pretty stinken' classy considering you had officially screwed more over for third time.

You could have written something rude or apologetic back to me...for God sakes you could have lied and made something up, but you chose the lowest road by writing ab-so-lutely nothing. You're indifferent, which means you don't care and that speaks volumes to me as a friend whose been loyal to you for so long.
I hope he's worth it.

Man that felt good,
J