I know it’s bad form to complain about people on the internet and you know you’re only getting my side of the story so maybe there’s some reasonable explanation for all of this and I’m just such an evil giant bitch that no one can actually stand. But, if you go from my bed to my friend’s bed and I have to find out by seeing your car at her house the night before you told me you’d be in town on my way to the grocery store… I mean, my god, when you don’t even think enough of me to pull the car around back where I won’t see it on a route I have to take every day or two…
The chances of me meaning it when I say never contact me again are at about 99.9%
But, 35 year old man, if you are going to contact me again, ” i hope u are well. what’re u up to these days? hope all is well. talk to u later.” is not going to cut it. You want to contact me but you’re too lazy to use the shift key? You can’t be bothered to spell “you” out? You’re not 15 and you didn’t text message me. And that’s the first impression you want to give?
Breaking Douchbag News! So, I called my dad to chide him for not telling me the information I needed to keep from stepping in it the other day and he apologized and was mortified (thus leading me to believe that this may indeed be the end of days) and we were talking and I mentioned getting an email from Mr. McDoucherson and how I couldn’t believe that, after all this time, he’d contact me and my Dad said, “That is strange. You’d have thought that, after I refused to give him that money, he’d have been done with our whole family.”
“WHAT?” McDoucherson asked you for money?!”
“To start a children’s ministry. I said ‘no’.”
Folks. Can you believe it? You do me wrong in a most non-Christian way and then you hit my Dad up for money?! To start a ministry?!
I am speechless.
And I can’t believe my dad never told me that until now.