if i had a dollar for everytime somebody flaked on me, i would be able to buy new friends.
speaking of green, here's "gemerald".
most of his friends flake on him too, but he doesn't care because he has no heart nor soul nor spirit nor concerns nor responsibilities nor deadlines nor vertical leap nor sickness nor hangovers.
i am green with envy.
i'm going to go see "classe tous risques" at the indie theater.