Ok...so last night at home, I typed up this very lengthy journal entry with the hopes of coming to the library this morning and putting it on here. However, this stupid computer won't read my disc, so that's that.
Oh well...there probably wasn't anything of any real importance in it...which is probably why noone wants to respond to my journal entries. Either that, or there is always the possibility that I look like a cow in my pictures.
Mooooooo!!!!!!!!
The other night I went out with my best friend of 10 years, Traci, and we were just sitting at Mojo's having a few beers, when she casually mentioned that she had gone out to dinner that night to "celebrate". I looked at her quizzically, and asked uncertainly "Celebrate what?". She adopted a silly grin, and leaned closer to me, and said "My birthday."
I felt like SUCH a jerk. I had totally forgotten it was her birthday. I think I almost cried, though she just laughed and said no big deal. First time for everything, I suppose. :0
Needless to say, I picked up the check.
I hope I get mail today. I'm expecting something.
From HIM.
He hasn't said much though -- just that something is on the way, and he can't say anything else. So, it could be good, bad, incredible, or completely devastating. I hope it's not devastating. I'm not really in the mood to be shattered today.
I'm going over my brother's to burn The Big Red No onto disc today. I don't usually rush just one song onto disc, but I really like this one and I want to see how it sounds off the Roland.
Let's see -- recapping the past few days. Goth night at Godfrey's. Hanging out....blah blah blah. Watched frat boys do pull-ups on the frames of their bedroom doors at one point. Don't know why I remember that.
My stomach is growling and annoying everyone else in here (the library), so I'm going to go get some grub. I leave you with these 3 indisputable truths...
1. Ramen is never good as a leftover.
2. Guys that can lift you up as though you weigh nothing RULE.
3. If you shake the Pounce cat treats, they will come.
Now, everyone go fuck and be merry.
xo
Tryst
Oh well...there probably wasn't anything of any real importance in it...which is probably why noone wants to respond to my journal entries. Either that, or there is always the possibility that I look like a cow in my pictures.
Mooooooo!!!!!!!!
The other night I went out with my best friend of 10 years, Traci, and we were just sitting at Mojo's having a few beers, when she casually mentioned that she had gone out to dinner that night to "celebrate". I looked at her quizzically, and asked uncertainly "Celebrate what?". She adopted a silly grin, and leaned closer to me, and said "My birthday."
I felt like SUCH a jerk. I had totally forgotten it was her birthday. I think I almost cried, though she just laughed and said no big deal. First time for everything, I suppose. :0
Needless to say, I picked up the check.
I hope I get mail today. I'm expecting something.
From HIM.
He hasn't said much though -- just that something is on the way, and he can't say anything else. So, it could be good, bad, incredible, or completely devastating. I hope it's not devastating. I'm not really in the mood to be shattered today.
I'm going over my brother's to burn The Big Red No onto disc today. I don't usually rush just one song onto disc, but I really like this one and I want to see how it sounds off the Roland.
Let's see -- recapping the past few days. Goth night at Godfrey's. Hanging out....blah blah blah. Watched frat boys do pull-ups on the frames of their bedroom doors at one point. Don't know why I remember that.
My stomach is growling and annoying everyone else in here (the library), so I'm going to go get some grub. I leave you with these 3 indisputable truths...
1. Ramen is never good as a leftover.
2. Guys that can lift you up as though you weigh nothing RULE.
3. If you shake the Pounce cat treats, they will come.
Now, everyone go fuck and be merry.
xo
Tryst
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I've lived in Richmond for three years and I don't know mojo's either.