I was going to do some laundry tonight. But then mother nature decided that OH NO Luka doesn’t need clean clothes. It’s raining buckets right now.  Which means I’d get soaked out there walking across the courtyard.  SOAKED to the bone.  And it’s just not what I want to do right now.  Of course talking on aim with a “friend” about how badly he feels about missing a girl he claims to love isn’t fun either.  I swear if I didn’t know better - I’d think he was 16 the way he was going on. I’m sick and tired of his bullshit.  If he can’t suck it up, be a man, apologize and tell her how he really feels - I don’t want to talk about it anymore.  That’s really the jist of it. She deserves to know the truth - and if he can’t give it to her then she deserves someone who can. 

(i totally forgot to hit publish on this.  i wrote it like 90 minutes ago. whoops)