Don't you know, boy, when you promise a date with me, it blows me away. And I, automatically, make a plan; what I'm gonna wear, what I'm gonna speak, what I'm gonna do, those are just coming outta my mind days before the date.
And don't you know, boy, what's the worst feeling ever? Knowing the date is canceled in the last minutes. I repeat, last-fucking-minutes.
Could you guys just please―PLEASE― don't promise anything, don't say anything, or don't set up anything if you're going to ruin it? It's not that I want a date so bad, it's just, when all my imaginations about the date is ruined by the fact that it's canceled, it's frustrating.
I'd rather know nothing. Seriously.
P.S I wish you have a bad night tonight. And the traffic jam will fuck you up. And your favorite soccer team lose. Amen.