Perfect Timing

Opposite the immediate reaction one might have upon reading the title of this blog, is the feeling in which I am writing this blog. Anne has said she was going to send a 'package' in the mail, and that it 'should' be here by Yesterday, though she told Kash this last week. Very convenient, and opportune, perfect timing, come Monday night, Ann just signs off of mobile, and has NOT been back on.

Usually when she gets off like that she sends out a mass, saying she would be back when she could put minutes on her phone. I know for a fact that this is not the case. She had just refilled her minutes, and had no reason to just up and get off like that. Knowing her though, the way I do, she'll be back online with in the week, and she'll have some bogus excuse for her absence. But really, she didn't send the package (at all, or at the time she said she did).

Now, I don't ask her anymore for things, she just offers to send it, but seriously. Why does she have to fucking lie about this shit? It would be easier, and better if she just kept her fucking mouth shut, and quit offering to send me stuff. I'm not sure how much more I can take, and how much longer I'm going to be able to keep this rouse up. I love her, but no. I'm tired of the shit, and that's all this is.

-Khai