Sometimes, I wish I had a tatoo that said "FUCK YOU" senciled on my forehead.
Heard from a college "friend" (and I use that term very loosely), on yahoo.mgr, who asked me "why I wasn't at Twin cities Pride?" I told him I was in Athens, Ga, and he replied "why the hell were you there?"
Big J (to whome I was talking to), and Joel were friends of mine when I went to college. Since graduation, I seldom hear from them. To make matters worst, Joel has denyed even knowing me. A fellow nurse is in the same CRNA program and Joel, and asked Patrick if he knew me. Patrick said yes, and he asked if or how joel knew me, and Joel replyed that he didn't know me at all. The fact that i drove with Joel to clinicals, hung out at the bars with him, stayed at his house during the summer, went to Jamacia with him, and then he denies knowing me.
Fuck him. It really rubbed me the wrong way. When is Minneapolis Pride such a big event. Who fucking cares. In fact chances are if I was in town, I wouldn't of gone anyway. Just because they are there, means I need to drop everything and bow at there feet?!? Puh-leeze.
I've written them off as trash a long time ago... and not willing to dig in the dumster looking for them.