This holiday.

Well, me, Marriott, Sam and Dave are supposed to be going on holiday after Prom but before I go to Uni in October. Marriott said he would organise it and stuff and as things go, nothing has been sorted. We got some brochures and stuff - but Marriott has it all.

So we organised to come to mine today to sort stuff out since Marriott was away all weekend. Yes, only him - Sam and Dave spent the whole weekend at mine. He even BEGGED me to let them round today to organise it. Well, guess what the fuck happened? He couldn't come. Rehersal for band at Joy's wedding. GOOD FUCKING GAME, MAN. Then he went to the pub to watch the Arsenal game. Well, I'm sorry your plans you made with us aren't worthy of being upheld. And I'm sorry you're such a shitface to fuck off like that. Just so you know, since you're fucking around so much, I've taken a lot of shit from my parents. I'm fed up of you fucking people around.

This is the exact reason I don't fucking make plans with my "friends". My life within WOW is much more reliable and dependable upon. BURN.