Cait is kind of a stalker...

... and that is the truuf.




People may wonder why it is that I always rip on Cait. I offer two reasons.

1. She is an easy target.
2. I always make fun of those I love.

One time someone offered me similar reasons to why I was the butt of all jokes/the focus of rumors/the ending point to multiple fists. It was in junior high. I was told, “Mega, I am always mean to people I love! You know I love you!”…
I then walked into the girl’s 2nd floor bathroom to find “Meg gives great dome. Call her at xxx-xxxx”.
She also didn’t call me Mega, she called me bitch. But lovingly of course…

I don’t mean it like that when I say it about Cait. If I wanted to give a crappy cunty excuse I would use the same one I was given as a mere 7 year old. So here was the situation…

Me and my bff who lived down the block were riding bikes one day, you know, talking life, shootin’ the shit. We went back to her house for some refreshments, and I noticed that there were cupcakes all over the dining room table. I asked her what all the cupcakes were for. I was then surprised to hear that later on in the evening she was having a birthday party.

Did I loose the invite? Did I just forget? Before I had a chance to ask I was informed, “I would have invited you, but we didn’t have enough cupcakes”. I continued on naively to explain that I didn’t even really care about cupcakes, nor like them very much. Bless my young heart.

Not enough cupcakes? Not cool. 

By the way Cait, you can’t come to my birthday party anymore, I won’t have enough Jager shots to go around.