Don't get it... at all
A friend of mine is invited to the same surprise party as I am. I plan to go. I want to go. I am good friends with this girl and it's her birthday. This other friend of mine just keeps talking about how much she doesn't want to go and how she's only going if I'm going and how she's going to be miserable the whole time.
Then don't fucking come with me! I don't want you there if you don't want to be there. Stay the fuck home.
Ahhh, I feel better now. Thank God this friend doesn't know about my blog so I can bitch about this.
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