Way back when in June, Sacajawea and I were supposed to run a 5k and by run a 5k, I do mean walk. She made the decision to not participate a week before the race. Some friends were stopping in from out of town. This would have been the first time we had spent time together, since school let out.
I spent a nice day out on the town (see the only instagram pictures I have with the twins) and Sacajawea said to me that we should hang out. As a way of apology.
Ten weeks later it finally happened.
For ten weeks, she said we should do something. We work for the same place of sophistication. She knew my schedule. She can say we didn't have schedules that worked for each other. She was taking summer classes. Still after ten weeks there is a lack of prioritization. Obviously, being near her boyfriend's dick was more important then me.
There's also a boy in my Business Law class that looks exactly like her boyfriend. Just stockier and more filled out.
I thought our friendship was dead and if we didn't work together it would be for all intensive purposes. After ten weeks, I thought there was no return. But, in a true sign of love and support, she has asked off Sunday's so we can work together.
Lord let it be put on the record that she was the heathen keeping me from church. Also five minutes after we left the service I called an old friend a “skank bitch.”
Her sister went with us. It was a great moment. I love Sacajawea's sister. She's so great. I feel like her and me together would make a Miss J Alexander. I haven't seen her in a good bit of time. Enough time that I'd grown a few wrinkles and had to start lathering on the sunscreen before I turned into a Louis Vuitton bag.
In other news Sacajawea and I have rekindled our friendship. We'll finally be the good Christian's we were meant to be.