wrigley

so weird evening.

i'm sitting at my computer just hanging out, and of course i'm wearing nothing but a pair of underwear because that's just how i sit around in my room. and i hear this knock at the door to our apartment, so i assume it's my roommate Tiff's boyfriend because that's the only person that really comes over here. so i just stay as i am and hear someone getting the door and think nothing of it. all of the sudden i turn around and richie is standing in my doorway. so i scream something along the lines of "oh my fucking god" and cover my boobs (which is odd because that's something i NEVER do)

turns out he just came by to drop off my cd player. but still, when you don't speak to someone, you don't really expect them to randomly drop by.

and the worst part is, i'm in the middle of doing laundry and 3 days away from my period so i'm wearing this shitty victoria's secret cotton underwear that are like 4 years old. and when you know that it's going to be the last time someone sees you naked, or in this case half naked, you want to look good. i mean, this is someone you used to sleep with, who found someone better, i don't know about the rest of you but i'd like to leave him with the impression that i'm fucking smoking and he sure fucked up.

but alas, he leaves with the impression that he got away from some weird girl with ugly underwear.

michael sent me an e-mail informing me that we'll "hang" when he gets back from california. for some reason that offends me. i dont know if it's just because i barely see him as it is and he doesn't care or because it makes it sound like one of the bros or if it's just because of the pms. either way, i'm crying and i want pie. i think he'll start punching me for being neurotic soon. and you know what, that kind of makes me smile. sometimes i just need a good kick in the ass.