These posts about being on time are hilarious only because you posted that you needed to stop having severe anxiety about getting places on time.
Just because I posted about it doesn’t mean that I stopped having it.
And I was trying to get to a concert, that I’m going to have to miss. And my brother has an all-day baseball tournament tomorrow, and another game sunday, so I won’t see him much if we don’t go to the show tonight because there’s a chance I’d spend the night at Rachelle’s.
At this point it’s not even getting there on time. It’s not like “what if i miss the first few minutes,” it’s “I missed classes that I easily could’ve gone to for you, and you’re not even on your way to get me, therefore spoiling my evening, you fucking bitch.”
i’d get in town by 3, pick up my little brother from school, drop his stuff at home, then drive to the BART station and take public transportation to the city, see M. Ward and then see Robert Plant
i won’t be on the road for at least half an hour, i won’t be in town till probably 6pm, fifteen minutes after Robert Plant starts his set. There’s no way i can get there in time to see any of it, because it’ll take an hour to get to the park by the time I actually get to the BART station.
i’m this close to calling her the c-word on the internet. or in the review we can post online.
there was this girl i went to high school with who’s like two years younger than me and i was never ~attracted to her but i always thought she was cute, and then i found out who her boyfriend is and he’s one of those people i’ve never met but just want to punch in the face.