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Yeah, I see you FutureLaw81. LOL!
Anyways, how is everyone's holiday season so far? I know not too many people look at this but hey, who gives a crap? Not me.
I hate it when friends deliberately tell you that they are not going to dress up to go to the bar but then do it anyways because they invited their "cute boss" out. (The boss or whatever, by the way, is not even remotely cute at all but whatever floats their boat.)
Like last night. One of my best friends tells me that she's just wearing a shirt and jeans. No way was I knowing that 1.) Her shirt was flaunting her boobs and 2.) She was going to invite her boss out. I thought this was just going to be a girls' night out thing. Nope, not even close.
Then she tells me that I should show my boobs off more...well, not in so many words. I don't really like to show them off in the manner she does with very tight clothing. Mind you, this girl is a little overweight but not like me.
And I'm the one who picked her up. After the karaoke was done, I just wanted to go home. Well, of course, my friend wasn't drunk but tipsy enough to not be able to drive. Well, this boss man and her were talking. I stood there for like 5 minutes with my coat on. She didn't even notice me. Well, he took her home I think...hope nothing sexual happened between the two of them cuz that's what happened last time when she got drunk.
Then she tells me our friend is having a birthday party for her son and that I am invited. Um, I don't want to get invited to a party that our friend didn't invite me to with a hey, my son's birthday party is Saturday. Can you come?
How rude if you ask me.