angry drunken post about friends and betrayal, brewing. sad post about about wonton lust and not getting the girl, seeping through. happy post about seeing a girl i grew up with, even if she was with the guy whose ass i had to kick 3 months ago or so, bubbling. fuck it. so i had these friends. had being the operative word. we tried going into business together, we formed a company, they, after we had a meeting and discussed time frames, decided to renege on discussed time frames, then talk to the lawyer behind my back (which i had to talk my way out of a $400 bill thank you) to get themselves out of the company. well, after doing this, they then decided to empty the company account. which, i told them up front i would give them the cash, if they asked for it. but they stole it. period. behind my back, closed the company account. currently i'm deciding on legal action, since i am within my rights to do so. but, i haven't decided. anyhow, so they clean out the account, and sign over their shares 5 months in advance of the drop dead date we had set. i guess i thought peoples word's were worth something. so, they get engaged (presumably with the stolen money) and are now looking at a house to purchase. how did i find out about the house? well, we were hanging out and i was checking out the digital camera they had and scrolling through the pics and noticed a pic of a house. with a for sale sign in the yard. i asked, they hesitated, i knew. but they said it was a house they looked at. at least their hesitation tells me they feel guilty about being shitheads. so, then i see who their agent is in the pics. abviously it's not me, cuz, well, the screwing never stops, it's a guy i prompted to get into the biz about a year ago at my birthday. the problem here isn't that they wanted to go their seperate ways, i can dig that. it's that they went about it all behind my back and thought i wouldn't notice. like i'm a fucking retard. like the lawyer doesn't immediately call me when they call about this shit that fucking day. then a few weeks later they decide to tell me. i already knew assholes. like the bank doesn't call me as soon as they close the account, which by the way they have never said boo about. so fuck em. if that's how they conduct themselves, i'm glad their out now, instead of later. dead weight... gone. friends... done. don't need em.
as for the second thing that was seeping... fuck it. i have no game. i am in the friend zone. she's rad enough i can dig that, but it will take a while. not everyone can see me as the sexy bitch i see myself as. hehe. meh, fuck it, this drunk ass is out. if ever i get too cocksure, someone please remind of this whiney bitch ass post and put me back in place. who knew booze turned me into a fuckin balless pussy.