makebelieve

stupid stupid me. broke the silence. sent a drunk email. i was having a bad day, feeling sad about shit that went down with him (whatever it was, I'll never know) and I got super drunk, puked, and then sent an email. and a message on here. at least I didn't call!

so now he probably knows it still bothers me. bet that makes him feel so great. inflating his ego. that he can fuck around with me and treat me however he wants, thinking that he can just do that to me, and i'll give him the benefit of the doubt. life is so fucked up.

and now everyone at work knows i'm a karaoke whore. but a good one at that
the DJ even requested an encore of the Journey I sang last week, hehe.

ahh, if only a huge record mogul would come into the corner pocket on a wednesday night and discover me, then i wouldn't have to work at ingles anymore, and i wouldn't have to go to grad school, i could pay off my debt...ahh the dreams i have...lol

but it's nice to get the complements on my so called talent.