Aug 4, 2008 | Personal Journal Entries | 20 comments

OK, that’s it; I give up. He won’t answer phone calls, he won’t answer emails, and it turns out he won’t even answer the freaking door. He’ll walk up to the door and look out the peephole and then stand silently waiting for me to leave, which I think sends a pretty clear message. So, fine, if that’s what he wants, I won’t bother him anymore. Though, you know, he could have told me that so I wouldn’t have to waste my time attempting to be friends in the first place.