I have so much shit I’ve been meaning to tell you, and it’s too much to text, so here goes:
First of all, can we just talk for a minute about how ridiculous it is that I had to go to a fucking Fantastic Sams in order to have my hair cut evenly? Like what even is that shit??? I’m thinking S is on the outs. I can’t even with her.
Now for the real news!
So remember a couple weeks (ish) ago when you texted me about how you hated your hair? (Which is hilarious when you consider the first paragraph of this post!) When I responded, I accidentally sent the texts to G (who had also texted me). When I realized what I had done, I responded “Oops those were meant for Carrie,” to which he responded, “YOU STILL TALK TO CARRIE?” (Fucking rookie mistake on my part, dude, but I wasn’t even thinking when I wrote it.)
I found that extremely annoying, because of course I still talk to you. We’ve been friends for like twenty fucking years. How ridiculous (and so typical) that he thinks that just because you two don’t talk anymore, that means we don’t talk anymore.
I thought it was over, but then later that night, at like 2 am, I got a text from him that said, “If you will, tell Carrie I said hi.” So that made me sort of feel bad, of course. He has mentioned to me before that he misses how things were back in Columbia when the five of us all lived across from each other.
I responded the next day with, “Of course.” I wasn’t going to respond to his text in the middle of the night because that felt weird and kind of intimate and yeah…no.
So…G says hi.
Luckily, he hasn’t brought it up again because the entire situation is just so fucking awkward.
End of story.
Love you. Let’s hang out soon.