I have a happy loving cell phone. The case is covered in pink white and blue blingies and my background switches between Robin's hot dad, Queen Chrissy and Crosseyed Ashley Cocoon. Well, today, my phone was full of d-r-a-m-a! I hate that! I hate drama, man. I mean, its fun to watch on TV but the drama going on with the text messages was just ridiculous. The hangup was ridiculous.

I don't understand what the principle is when the fight is as insignificant as a ride to a party. How can anything be resolved when only one party is listening? In fact, I don't think it has anything to do with this whole "ride" debacle. There has to be something behind that. Obviously, there were tons of options that were never mentioned. Nothing about coming back to pick someone up, nothing about meeting up, nothing. Nothing because a giant wall called "dramatics" was in the way.

Today, a friend said that she can't depend on me. She said that she was done with me. I sure hope she knows what she's saying.