Crappy Sunday

 Imagine getting up on a Sunday afternoon at 1 p.m. and you realise you have to go to the police station and you best friend's almost girlfriend blames you for her bad almost relationship. Du-uh.

Nah nah, I don't have a pending lawsuit or some criminal charges against me. I have to go because I need to pick my sister's driving license. And for those who don't know, I am a lazyarse..I haven't showered in two days.

Now the almost girlfriend- an almost girlfriend is one you love, probably even she loves you back but when you ask her out she politely refuses blaming the society, family, friends and peers and you understand. Both of you talk about everything under the sun EVERYDAY. So that's an almost girlfriend and an almost relationship. Moving on, this almost girlfriend texts me saying now I can have my best friend "as much as I want" and in a way blames me for the bad almost relationship. My best friend like a jerk wants us to bitch and bicker about each other but he doesn't want to be a part of  a catfight. Not that I was going to have one. my BEST friend blocks me on facebook, says he'll talk to me later since he's kinda pissed with things and btw, he isn't even replying to my messages.

So, now between forkfuls of maggi and sips of cold coffee I am trying to decide whether I should start a catfight, break my BEST friend's neck, go meet the cops or continue with whatever crap I am doing right now. Sunday couldn't be better.