Do I get what want, do I want what I get?

I have worse karma than Hitler.

Tent-boy has yet to reply as to wether or not we're canceling Clapton, which if he says we should, I think I'm officially giving up all hope. And I can start training again instead of gettin my sex on. But anyway, he has not answered. This from the guy who sent me a text at four in the morning WITH NOTHING IN IT, a BLANK TEXT, just to answer a text I sent him earlier, that really didn't actually need an answer.

So I'm being frustrated about the whole Tent-boy thing, and my BFF and two of my best buddies (Juan, the coolest funniest lovliest guy who always takes care of me, and Ice) came over, and we had some beer, a smoke or two, and complained about the world. Or Juan didn't complain. Coz he has it made with an adorable girlfriend. But he pointed and laughed wickedly at us when we complained.

BFF also has problems in paradise, her guy is all avoidence-like when it comes to relationship exclutivity. So she's a little pissed. And Ice just wants to get laid. Preferably on a regular basis.

ANYWAY!! I check my facebook. And there is a message from... KP. My emotional kryptonite. Saying he misses me and sorry for not answering me earlier. I howl. Litteraly. Really loudly.

Does he have some sort of radar that tells him when I'm emotionally unstable enough to give him an opening? I was all about Tent-boy. But the minute he becomes a bit disapointing, enter KP to confuse me utterly.

I hate you.

Yes God, I mean you.

Evil Smiting mother fucker.