A Letter. A Poem. A Goddamned Monologue

"I don’t even know what you could call this.
A letter.
A poem.
A god-forsaken monologue.
I’ll let you decide. "- A Letter to A Certain Someone.

The writing blog of a student playwright/paranormal enthusiast/videogame addict living in Philadelphia.

Feb 20

Had a horrible fucking evening.

  1. My roommate had a reading of his play. 
  2. Our “friend” who goes to a different school shows up.
  3. Acted rude throughout the entire show. (I.e. texting the entire show, make rude ass exclamations, etc.)
  4. Mind you, this is the bitch that showed up to my house DRUNK. And talked shit about me and my roommate.
  5. Pulled our friend aside and said all this shit about the play (as if we can’t take fucking criticism. Because in her world everyone is as petty as her.)
  6. Then walked up to my roommate and said “is this the last draft? Are you satisfied with it? Can I get a copy of the script?
  7. Then she bales.
  8. A bunch of us go to a froyo place afterwards and talk a bunch of shit, pissed off.
  9. My roommate calls her up and leaves angry voice mail.
  10. We get back to our apartment and discuss the evening with his friend who flew out from chicago just to be in the reading.
  11. She bitches about her shitty friends.
  12. We bitch about ours.
  13. Her friend calls up, asking to make amends. She asks  her to meet her at some 24 hour dunkin donuts. We decide to go with her. 
  14. Before we leave, bitch from the reading calls my roommate.
  15. Our friend from chicago tells her about herself and hangs up.
  16. We head out.
  17. get about 10 minutes out and realize
  18. “oh shit. We both left our keys at the apartment.”
  19. We meet friend from chicago’s bitchy friend.
  20. We begin making our way to yet another corner of the city to pick up a spare pair of keys from our other roommate. 
  21. We make the adventure
  22. 3 hours later we made it home.
  23. fuck today. Just fuck it.