Reading the post on f*******: sends me into orbit.
Me: It would have been nice if you asked if I wanted a party before planning one
Piper: It's just dinner at a Mexican restaurant. You have to eat.
Me: Doesn't mean I have to do it with a bunch of people who haven't cared enough to come see me in the weeks I was cooped up
Piper: Really, Moby? Do you want me to cancel?
I hesitate before responding. I don't want to have dinner with those assholes. Most of them haven't bothered calling or texting much less come by, but suddenly they want to make sure people see their names on the RSVP list. I don't do fake.
I know I've hurt her feelings. People always say you can't read tone in a text but I sure as hell can read her tone in her last text, it's exasperation at my ungratefulness. She's tr
