xx48.11.28 / 17:23 / Still Monday

I am awful. I'm the worst. I'm the worst most awful friend ever. Yes, maybe you won't believe this, but I stood C2 up again. Do you know why I'm MOST awful? It's because I do something and I feel bad about it and I apologise and then I do the exact same thing again. Making a mistake is forgiveable. But then making the same mistake again? Totally UNforgivable. The worst part is that she always, ALWAYS forgives me. Maybe it's partially her fault—I'm not saying that to try to spread some of the blame on to her ... although I guess I am, actually. She just makes it so easy, I know she'll forgive me so I just ... just get 'weak'. And I had a good reason to stand her up! Kind of. Ray had this thing planned, it's silly really, I don't want to write about it, but it was kind of fun and thrilling and a little bit romantic. By the time I got back to my apartment it was already past four and C2 had gone home. That's part of how awful I'm getting, she only waited ten minutes for me then assumed (correctly!) that I was standing her up, and she very sensibly took the bus back to her house. We could avoid this kind of thing if she'd just get a phone or an Opal, but she's really stubborn about that for some reason.

Anyway. I've got to get ready, Ray's taking me out again, he's doing that special thing he was going to do on Friday—he postponed it, can you believe how sweet he is? I bought a special dress today, it's all green and sparkly and pretty, and it kind of hides (or at least distracts from) my lack-of-breasts. I hope he likes it.