Oh my Jesus...so I was supposed to meet a couple kiddos at ye olde coffee shoppe two hours ago and be introduced to this really cute gay boy who goes to my school, which I was uber excited about, yo. Well, seeing as I'm typing this now, can you guess what happened? I'll relay it to you in cheer form...D-I-T-C-H-E-D! What does that spell? Fandango! I mean, ditched! Woo! Or rather, boo! Being ditched is definitely not a cause for woo!ing, if you haven't gotten the memo.
So this is definitely "teh sukzors" as all my gamer friends would say. I was reeeeeally looking forward to meeting this [prospective]boy[friend]. It's been like the numero uno thought on my mind all week. I don't know the reason why they didn't come (they being Mr. Cute and mutual friend), but I'm pretty sure they didn't ditch me intentionally, so I guess I shouldn't be too mad. But at the same time 'tis like, "Hey skank pile, what's so hard about remembering 'coffee-seven-Friday?' Shut up!" I'm kinda mad at myself too, though, because I probably should've called one of them earlier today to double-check or brought a cell phone to the rendezvouz site. Oh wellz, what's done is done and now I just have to hope that *starts speaking a la Crocodile Hunter* I can have another chance to meet the elusive cutie in his natural habitat!
Well, gotta jet. Ciao chillins!