as i eat my lasagna my mind instantly wanders (shit) and i hope that you have fun drinking (HYPOCRITE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) with the friends i never bothered to meet and talking to that fat girl that creepily knew my name (and i'm a stalker?) and, please, do me a favor and stop planning on going places you know you'll see me (jack's? really? YOU DON'T EVEN LIKE THEM!) because you have to make some effort here, too. and by effort i mean stop making an effort to make this hard for me. and i'm sorry (?) for thinking all of this while i'm eating my lasagna because it makes me not hungry any more.