lunesque | (no subject)

You know, I dislike flaky people. I do. Today, for example.

I called my brother two weeks ago, and invited him over for video games and hanging out, since I haven't seen him before Mom passed. He said yes, which was awesome and all that stuff. I also texted Rick four times to remind them that I got off work at 4pm today, but any time after that I would be good to go. Rick said it was a-ok, and they would see me then.

Cue being 9pm. I text them, wondering if they're late, and Tommy calls, saying that they got busy and he wouldn't be coming over after all.

Which, you know, fine, whatever. But they didn't have the decency to tell me at five? Or six?

I feel very unwanted. :(