Donna’s Birthday
So, Donna’s birthday is on Sunday; she messaged me on Facebook mentioning it. I’m assuming she’s having a party or something of that sort and wants me to attend. There are two ways of looking at how reasonable attending is. One is that it seems a bit much for me to drive an hour to go to the birthday party of someone who is generally mean to me and, given that all her friends will be there (who mostly dislike me), I won’t be seeing that much of. The other side being, well, what else am I going to be doing?
Overall, I’m figuring that I should go as a sort of proper farewell to my best collegiate friendship. I still wish I could plan a couple of other things to do in Milledgeville to make the trip worthwhile, though. What are you doing this weekend, Erin (or, er, arabesque.)?
In the meantime, I’ve still just been lousing around the farm lately. After the multitude of requests I’ve received, perhaps I will write an entry about what exactly life is like at the farm. Until then.
I find it apalling that you are not planning a visit to me. Drive an hour for someone’s Birthday, but no, don’t come and see ME. That’s fine, fine. *stares at you* 🙁
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Not anything that I know of. Trying to get a job, so I may be working but I seriously doubt it. You wanna do something?
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I didn’t know you took requests! More baby farm animal pictures! Or just more farm pictures. I have a hard time imagining life on the farm.
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Oh, do tell her I said Happy Birthday.
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ryn: So, I completely forgot about this weekend and I’ve already made plans to go home with Joseph. There is a reason, though, and that is that we both have potential jobs being lined up within the next week, and we wanted to visit his house before we started working for the summer. Are you leaving on Monday? What time are you going? Cuz we’re coming back on Monday sometime, dunno when, but we could still meet up then. Don’t hate me.
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ryn: You live in the boonies. I live in a city that has been reported as having the worst U.S.P.S. delivery in the nation. Chicago also has numerous Netflix warehouses within it, versus your area. So don’t sass me. =op I already had to file a complaint with the U.S.P.S. because when I put bills, Netflixes, or MOTHER’S DAY CARDS FOR MY GRANDMOTHER in our block-away mailbox, it takes OVER A WEEK forthem to be delivered. Within Chicago should be one day. Within the Midwest should be two days. Chicago to the East Coast is four days. That’s just how it is. Don’t even get me started how Sham found our last Netflix ON THE FLOOR OF OUR ENTRYWAY instead of in our mailbox! P.S. It wasn’t there when we got home and it was mailed Tuesday. I wish Netflix let you always report on when you received a movie, not just randomly. Anyway, what’s next on your list?
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ryn: aye well, like 99% of the male population in pubs then. Growing up underfoot in those places you get a bit of a different spin on it. Why do her friends dislike you? I never worked this out.
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No opinion from here, either way.
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