Oh my. What a night.
Starting with the good things... last night I got to see someone I had been missing for a little while. But that's all I get to say about that, really.
Finishing it off with the bad things... after finding out that they didn't need me to serve last night, and after finding out that a girl who I really really didn't want to see was on her way to the bar (picture an ex's indescretion who you haven't seen in over a year...) I decided I'd had enough of the night and I was going to go home. I go outside and 'oh look!' my scooter helmet has been cut off, by the strap (leaving it useless) and stolen.
So after having a ciggie and a good cry whilst perched on my scooter, I waited until the bar closed, dragged the scooter inside, borrowed my friend's car (as my mum's old car is at the mechanics) and went home. Today I got to drive my friend's lovely 1998 Golf while scrambling to borrow a helmet (since I can't afford a new one) so I can go and pick the beast up before the bar opens tonight.
I also had to see a friend who really didn't want to/couldn't see me. And he had to be very stand-offish. And I understand, but it pretty much rips at my heart. More than he thinks. I know he's hurting, and I know it's hard for him. And he's so convinced that everything's coming up LuluMae right now and that therefore things are inevitably easier on me. Yeah, well, believe it or not I hurt, and in the recent past, have hurt just as much. Only difference is that I let him be there for me, and he won't let me be there for him.
Such is life.
ARGH what a waste of a day. What a fucking pain in the ass. What ELSE? Huh?
I just have one thing to say...
Pantalones? Thanks beb. For the helmet that I used to have, for the car, and most of all for the emotional support. Yikes! What a pair...
XOX-L
"You know what's wrong with you? Miss Whoever-you-are? You're chicken. You got no guts. You're afraid to say 'Okay, life's a fact.' People do fall in love. People do belong to each other, because that's the only chance anybody's got for real happiness. You call yourself a free spirit. A wild thing. You're terrified somebody's going to stick you in a cage. Well baby, you're already in that cage. You built it yourself. And it's not bounded by Tulip, Texas, or Somaliland. It's wherever you go. Because no matter where you run, you just end up running into yourself."
Starting with the good things... last night I got to see someone I had been missing for a little while. But that's all I get to say about that, really.
Finishing it off with the bad things... after finding out that they didn't need me to serve last night, and after finding out that a girl who I really really didn't want to see was on her way to the bar (picture an ex's indescretion who you haven't seen in over a year...) I decided I'd had enough of the night and I was going to go home. I go outside and 'oh look!' my scooter helmet has been cut off, by the strap (leaving it useless) and stolen.
So after having a ciggie and a good cry whilst perched on my scooter, I waited until the bar closed, dragged the scooter inside, borrowed my friend's car (as my mum's old car is at the mechanics) and went home. Today I got to drive my friend's lovely 1998 Golf while scrambling to borrow a helmet (since I can't afford a new one) so I can go and pick the beast up before the bar opens tonight.
I also had to see a friend who really didn't want to/couldn't see me. And he had to be very stand-offish. And I understand, but it pretty much rips at my heart. More than he thinks. I know he's hurting, and I know it's hard for him. And he's so convinced that everything's coming up LuluMae right now and that therefore things are inevitably easier on me. Yeah, well, believe it or not I hurt, and in the recent past, have hurt just as much. Only difference is that I let him be there for me, and he won't let me be there for him.
Such is life.
ARGH what a waste of a day. What a fucking pain in the ass. What ELSE? Huh?
I just have one thing to say...
Pantalones? Thanks beb. For the helmet that I used to have, for the car, and most of all for the emotional support. Yikes! What a pair...
XOX-L
"You know what's wrong with you? Miss Whoever-you-are? You're chicken. You got no guts. You're afraid to say 'Okay, life's a fact.' People do fall in love. People do belong to each other, because that's the only chance anybody's got for real happiness. You call yourself a free spirit. A wild thing. You're terrified somebody's going to stick you in a cage. Well baby, you're already in that cage. You built it yourself. And it's not bounded by Tulip, Texas, or Somaliland. It's wherever you go. Because no matter where you run, you just end up running into yourself."
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The mean reds, you mean like the blues?
No. The blues are because you're getting fat and maybe it's been raining too long, you're just sad that's all. The mean reds are horrible. Suddenly you're afraid and you don't know what you're afraid of. Do you ever get that feeling?
Sure.
Well, when I get it the only thing that does any good is to jump in a cab and go to zerosome's. Calms me down right away.
[Edited on May 15, 2004 9:55AM]
i have a pro-tech helmet you can use for my bmx, its not a scooter helmet, but itll keep your brains in.
let me know