Decided to clean out my email today and forgot how similar stumbling over some tid bit of a forgotten era can feel like a sucker punch to the stomach.
Moving on to something completely different.
I was bad, but not as bad as I could have been, this past weekend. Past, well not an ex, cause we never really dated, not "lover" because any false sense of that ended long before we did, fuckbuddy I guess is the most appropriate term, even though I hate it, messaged me and asked what would I do if he was in Lansing. See now long ago I vowed that if this happened, I'd say no, tell him to fuck off, and show him how much I've grown since well, I first moved here. You guessed it, I told him I'd want to see him of course. Yeap, weak, that's all that can explain it. I know everything that is wrong with it, but I also knew what he would be good at, and it beats a one night stand with some stranger, not that I've EVER had one of those, I think to much to ever do something like that. I guess I'm ranting because I'm pissed at myself for letting myself fall back into that situation, again.
Grr.
Enough of a rant, I'm playing in the computer lab, thinking about finishing my Dreamweaver book and subisquent homework and not going to bed tonight.
*Edit*
Opps, guess I should have stated that nothing actually happened, He was here with a friend and couldn't get away. So not only did I give in, was weak for nothing
*shrug* Oh well.
I have tomorrow and Friday off. Need to get out, need to do something, anyone want to walk around and take photos? I haven't done that in awhile.
Where are you planning on taking photos at? Have you been around old town yet? It's skeevy, in a good way.