I don't often post in here to bitch, but whatever, here's something:
My whole weekend has been completely f**ked due to a lack of communication and awful planning work. I was supposed to be going to my hometown's two day wet grad party, but when they picked a location, it just had to be the farthest possible thing. Why? Because it's outside of police jurisdiction. Oh, 'huhuh', I GET IT, YOU SO SMAWT. But-- BUT!-- think of this... why the f**k are you making it forty five minutes out and expecting EVERYBODY to come?! Really, this is supposed to be easily accessible, but what's it's turned into is a bunch of turdburgalers trying to desperately find rides at the last minute and get up to this remote cabin location, where there is ACTUALLY a time deadline. What kind of f**kheads--
The so-called logic behind this is incomprehensible. This was supposed to be a hell of an event before the c**tbrained former host bailed on everybody, forcing everything into a shitty predicament. BUT that doesn't excuse the current hosts' god-awful planning or the decided location. What the actual f**k turned this into a reality? I was looking forward to this for a long time, but here it is, ruined by some intense up-f**kery. Nobody could really communicate with me, seeing as I'm living in the city and that nobody really had a goddamn clue about exactly what was happening until late this morning. So what the f**k.
Time to have some drinks with myself and think things over.
Jesusf**kingchrist.