I am now an asshole

Just to let of you know, you people who read my blog thinking I am a sweetheart. A side-effect of my breakup I have just stumbled upon is my complete lack of effort.

I was planning on going to dinner tonight with my friend Beth (subject of an earlier blog) and a few friends of ours from highschool. The friend cooking dinner (we'll call her "Hera") is coming. The party basically plays out like this: Me, Beth's Family, Hera, a jock who Hera has a crush on but who has a girlfriend, and Hera's now-gay ex boyfriend who she wants to make jealous. So already, Im all over the sheer drama of the event.

Beth asks me if I want to go, and of course I say sure, because I like old friends sometimes. She asks if I can bring dessert, and of course thats fine. Im thinking of what I will bring, when Hera tells Beth that she would like "shortcake, with berries.....these berries will do."

I immediately said "I'm not going."

Thats me! Extend NO effort.

Im just kidding. I dont take it back, and have no plans to. It would be one thing if she had been like "This would go well, if you are stuck trying to think of something..." But no. "I command that you bring this." Screw that. Plus, she told Beth that while she "Hera" was AT THE STORE. She had gotten paid today. Nuts to that, man. I dont know YOU.

Ah, random and meaningless rebellion is sure fun.