Saturday morning.

Its a beautiful saturday morning and I'm pissed.
Its early I don't even know why I'm freakin awake. I was supposed to sleep in, dammit.

The fact that he can't put an effort to tell me his where abouts sucks. And it hurts.

Is that too much to ask? It will only cost him two effin minutes to bbm me. That's all I need.

Sigh, I guess some things just don't change.