Roster Update: Sunny

This Dude was a disappoint and may seriously be removed from the team.

I mean, we had great conversation on the Greyhound ride to Lake City (I was going to Jacksonville) and it everything seemed cool: He was funny, intelligent, cute, tall, lanky. It was all good.

But apparently he's wishy/washy or just believes he's so fly that he doesn't need to call or follow thru with anything he says.

He was the person I was supposed to hang out with on the 4th originally. First we kept playing phone tag, then we finally talked he said he had to wait for his roommate to get back to see if he could use his car (he'd totaled his in an accident).

And then he never called back.

I mean once it became obvious he wasn't coming (for whatever reason) then he should have called and said, "Hey, I'm not going to be able to make it. Maybe another time)

Not a good look.

Then recently (a few days ago) he texts me and says he wanted to see me since he was headed at the gym.

WTF?

Call me crazy. Call me angry. Call me whatever. But I think if you want to see, then you should want to see me, not because you happen to be on my side of town and thought it would be a good idea to stop by.

SMH.

Roster Update: GH

So Gh and I haven't been on the best of terms recently. And not for the obvious reasons. For reasons unknown dude couldn't see to drop by and drop off the $20 he owned that I loaned him way back in April.

The only reason why I asked was because I was so broke that I only had $3.54 cent to my name-in change. Yeah.

Anywho, he just wouldn't drop it by. And, as you can imagine, I was getting uber frustrated because I thought he was just being selfish and insensitive about the whole thing. And I told him so.

I also told him that, "He talks to, calls and sees whomever else he wants to see why can't he just drop off the cash,"

Translation: I saw you chatting with that bitch in the gym so I know you had to be talking to the heifer and you can't drop off my mutha fuckin' money? Nigga what the fuck is wrong with you?

Anyway, after some prodding I got $14 of the $20 he owed me.

Then, after a little more prodding (all nice I assure you) he came by last Saturday and dropped off the other $6.

We chatted a bit. It was cool. Somehow we started talking about weight and whatnot and he was talking about how he was trying to drop his body fat. That the extra weight he was carrying around was mostly ass and thigh fat.

To which I replied, "Well it's not ass and thigh fat that kills you it's belly fat."

He said, "Yeah"

To which I said, "Yeah. Thank God ass fat doesn't kill you. I don't know what I would do. I don't know what would happen."

To which he replied, "I'd be speaking at your funeral."

Ha, Ha, GH. Ha, Ha.