My cousin asked me to go to a wedding once. It was after I broke up with someone that I really cared about, so it was one of the last places I wanted to be. What really got me was that the groom had cheated on her a lot (so my cousin said as they were good friends and he knew the groom and bride)... cheated on her A LOT... and she was marrying him (I don't know if she knew or not). I hate it when the **Filtered** have everything work out for them.Horn, Corran Horn wrote:THE FAIL:
..so she says
she: it's my friend's birthday on sat. will you come with me to the party? it's in her house on parnell street..
(sorry, can'sh type with spanish accensh)
me: ehmm.. oi think.. uhmm... no, thanks...
(hinsh: parnell streesh is in the harsh of the northsoide)
but... I went... as difficult as it was for me...
He needed a wingman, and I was his cousin.
The point of my story is that I did something that I really, really, really didn't want to do for someone else to help them. Maybe it'll put me in someone's graces down the road, *shrugs*, but my friend needed help.
Consider helping her out Corran. Who knows where that road will lead you. I myself don't think I'm on any easier or better of a road because of what I did way back when.. but who know, right? Who knows what may happen for you.





thank you CH!








