i remembered in the shower this afternoon what i wanted to write about last night. lame-o.
i've been thinking about my exes entirely too often lately. this could have been sparked by two things: the first is that yesterday would have been my six year anniversary with the first girl i ever dated. i broke up with her on may 18, 2002. i've been away from her as long as i was with her, which i never thought possible back then, but i'm happy where i am. the second is that i had this strange near-drunken conversation with my straight girl the other night. she had a three week conversion and we fell in love four years or so ago. she wanted to tell me that she refers to me as her ex-girlfriend.
bah, so there's that. i wonder a lot about the dirty swede, too. since i got our house phone cut off, we have no land line, which means i can't call sweden to check up on her, which means that i've essentially cut off any communication between the two of us. i swear swedes live in caves. she has no internet access. i mean, our conversations are forced and she ruined my life by taking off to sweden, leaving me with all her posessions (including her car, which i had no title to!) and mine in storage and not paying the bill-- everything got sold. things from my past mostly. stuffed animals and clothes and cds (my tori bootlegs and autographed shit, motherfucker!) and books. furniture too. it's just that i still care about her, you know? i never stop caring.
look what happens when i write about my touchy-feeliness. i get all babbly.
anyway, i've got to work in less than two hours and i don't wanna. i will shove a breadstick up anyone's ass who crosses me! i am the breadstick avenger!
i'm also a little weird.
sleeping in this afternoon was nice. thanks, you dirty christians! now why don't i get days off for jewish and islamish holidays?! motherfuckers.
oh, and pavlov is done. fin. peace!
i've been thinking about my exes entirely too often lately. this could have been sparked by two things: the first is that yesterday would have been my six year anniversary with the first girl i ever dated. i broke up with her on may 18, 2002. i've been away from her as long as i was with her, which i never thought possible back then, but i'm happy where i am. the second is that i had this strange near-drunken conversation with my straight girl the other night. she had a three week conversion and we fell in love four years or so ago. she wanted to tell me that she refers to me as her ex-girlfriend.
bah, so there's that. i wonder a lot about the dirty swede, too. since i got our house phone cut off, we have no land line, which means i can't call sweden to check up on her, which means that i've essentially cut off any communication between the two of us. i swear swedes live in caves. she has no internet access. i mean, our conversations are forced and she ruined my life by taking off to sweden, leaving me with all her posessions (including her car, which i had no title to!) and mine in storage and not paying the bill-- everything got sold. things from my past mostly. stuffed animals and clothes and cds (my tori bootlegs and autographed shit, motherfucker!) and books. furniture too. it's just that i still care about her, you know? i never stop caring.
look what happens when i write about my touchy-feeliness. i get all babbly.
anyway, i've got to work in less than two hours and i don't wanna. i will shove a breadstick up anyone's ass who crosses me! i am the breadstick avenger!
i'm also a little weird.
sleeping in this afternoon was nice. thanks, you dirty christians! now why don't i get days off for jewish and islamish holidays?! motherfuckers.
oh, and pavlov is done. fin. peace!
*edit for spelling
[Edited on Mar 25, 2005 10:22PM]