Stamped: February 2nd, 2007 | Toggle Similar
Tagged: around town, friends and losers.

I'm in a mood.

I feel like eating a five course dinner and drinking bottle after bottle of wine over the span of four hours. I haven't done that in forever.

So I'm gonna have to call one of my eating friends. You know what I'm talking about. We all have friends that we use for particular activities. I have a handful of friends who love to have big dinners.

It's like the friends I have for going on a drinking bender. They are always up for a night out, multiple trips to the ATM, and ending up in some greasy all-night diner.

Then there's my shopping friends. "Wanna play hookie and get some shoes?" I think they just enjoy my frustration trying desperately to find a decent pair of shoes in a size 10.

Here's the thing though. I wonder if these friends of mine do these things all the time, even when I'm not around. And if that's the case, well, that's just pathetic. You know what's even scarier? Which friend am I? Am I the friend they call when they want to rant about men or am I that friend for a night of bitter retorts?

This is really bugging me. I need to know. Do you only call me when you're down and out and hearing about my life for 10 minutes makes you feel a million times better? I think that's it, I'm the friend that puts everything into perspective. Well, you're fucking welcome, now can we go chow down?

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