9:38 p.m. - December 12, 2003
Between shopping with a girlfriend and cuddling, he chooses to tote
Men are dumb. Someone who calls to say he can't get here until a quarter to midnight and throws me a lame excuse (I promised a friend I'd go shopping with her) doesn't get my understanding, especially not when he flings a back-up excuse: I thought you could use the extra time to write more without me distracting you. Dumb fuck. I gave myself the night off already and sought to fill it with distraction.
I'm disappointed.
