Met a girl.
She slept with my friend.
well, the moaning seemed to point to that...
hmmm. I am glaad I didn't sleep with her, that's not what I need.
Glad I had an amazing dinner at Trump's new Cuntry Clup in Palos Verdes, or I would be feeling a bit emotional.
Instead I feel resolved to waste as little time trying to fulfill emotional needs as possible for a few weeks, while I figure things out.
sorry, everything has been private these days, there is a lot going on I need to work out with myself, you know what I mean - doesn't mean I don't love you, or don't think about you, just means things are different right now...
even my tap taping isn't the same right now. I don't feel like myself tonight.
I really want to call the EX, and I know I shouldn't. I know what is going to happen, and there is nothing good that comes of it. I see Gabrielle mouthing the words again, "Insanity is doing the same thing...." I know it, I really know it, but I feel like I can't help myself. I hope I don't like the pain, then I would have to face the fact that I am more fucked up than I thought. sorry, that's almost funny in some really twisted way.
a long hot bath
endlessly lurk friendster
a long walk in the dark through the hills
no, I will probably break and call her, as much as I can't handle it.
She slept with my friend.
well, the moaning seemed to point to that...
hmmm. I am glaad I didn't sleep with her, that's not what I need.
Glad I had an amazing dinner at Trump's new Cuntry Clup in Palos Verdes, or I would be feeling a bit emotional.
Instead I feel resolved to waste as little time trying to fulfill emotional needs as possible for a few weeks, while I figure things out.
sorry, everything has been private these days, there is a lot going on I need to work out with myself, you know what I mean - doesn't mean I don't love you, or don't think about you, just means things are different right now...
even my tap taping isn't the same right now. I don't feel like myself tonight.
I really want to call the EX, and I know I shouldn't. I know what is going to happen, and there is nothing good that comes of it. I see Gabrielle mouthing the words again, "Insanity is doing the same thing...." I know it, I really know it, but I feel like I can't help myself. I hope I don't like the pain, then I would have to face the fact that I am more fucked up than I thought. sorry, that's almost funny in some really twisted way.
a long hot bath
endlessly lurk friendster
a long walk in the dark through the hills
no, I will probably break and call her, as much as I can't handle it.
Did either the girl or the friend know of your possible interest? If so, my condolences on the net result... hell, my condolences anyways, sometimes it's even more bittersweet when you don't have the chance to try to go down that road.
Just can't talk to her. We bolth go crazy and emo.
In retrospect, I am glad about the girl I met, becuase that's not the kind of girl I want anyways...if you know what I mean...
all in all - a lot less worry than any of it is worth.
oh... and she didn't pick up anyways.
;-)