To the funiture store: Dang, when am I going to get my brought and paid for sofa? It's always on thing or another. First it wasn't in stock when I ordered it. Then it was back ordered. Now that you finally got it in, you delivery truck breaks down the day it's suppose to be delivered.
What's really really going on?
To B: I'm glad that you're life is slowly coming together. I knew you had a lot on your place and I needed to step out of the picture for a while so you could focus on you. I was cool with that. However, you need to stop anaylzing everything I say---- especially since WE ARE NOT and never have BEEN TOGETHER. Even at the movies on Saturday you were looking for some hidden meaning in everything I said. Then in the same breathe you turned around and asked if we could be more then friends. I don't think so cheif.