Chatting with MisunderstoodGirl!
On again, off again, way off again.
Well I guess I missed something interesting. That'll teach me to leave my
She said she would help me get through this. I don't think that she lied, I think that she underestimated the effort that would be required.
Word of the day. Word of the month. Word of the year. Word of the life.
My blackberry decided to randomly delete most messages from before 8:36 tonight.
Screw it, I'm going out. I'm in too epic of a crappy mood to waste it on my
I don't know what to do. Thursdays have always been off-limits, but situations change and so do rules. Crap, I don't want to stay home, but maybe I should.
I'm at Bearno's, so I didn't make it far, but I did manage to leave my house.
Now it's raining. I wonder if it's my fault.
I'm at Denny's now. I'm starving. It's not as late as I thought it was.
I'm glaring at my phone, and she's right here three feet away from me.
Going on a beer run, then going to Rich O's.
It's like a bell curve, only very pointy. I could probably shave with it. Or slit my wrists. Or trim my trees. You get the picture.
Had lunch, then got my hairs cut, and now I'm at Sportstime. Exciting stuff.
A little more than an hour until lunch with HatGirl! Yay!
My cable internet just went out. Now I have to rely on my blackberry for email, like a damn caveman.
Still awake. Sometimes my brain won't shut down. Tonight, I'm worried for someone I care about.
At home. Bored. Hoping for more storms.
Sitting at Rich O's. Watching the door. I don't know why.
I hope that a certain person put the windows back in her Jeep before the
skies opened up.
I think I'm going to start requesting more facebook friends, and accepting invites.
People can shake their heads and doubt my intelligence all they want. They
have no idea how tough these last two months have been for me. I
jumped at the chance to stop missing her for a few hours, and I'd do
it again and again and again.
Women are weird. That's one of the things that makes them wonderful.