Feb 04, 2003 09:26
OK, so I suppose I just had to sleep on the whole California thing, and try to get it off of my mind. It seems the more I talk about it to people, the more depressed I end up being about it. I can't spend, until they find out for sure, being upset and crying every night that Will comes home. I try to avoid it, really I do. So I just remain quiet when he's home, but when he asks me if I'm OK, I can't lie to him and tell him that I'm fine and dandy, when really I'm not. So immediately I break down into tears. I'm just -not- stable when it comes to this issue, and blah, and blah and blah.
Rosie and Daniel left not so comforting messages in my other one. Really wish I would've made that private like planned, but Will and I were in a hurry to watch clerks. Oh well. The only thing I have to say to anyone about this, is you're not me. Which makes it much more complicated for you to understand what I'm really going through. Becky may not be pouting about it, but I bet she's just as upset if not more than I am.
But, this is going to be the last time I speak of this until I know for sure. And I dare any of the guys to bring up to me, because they'll go to Cali without a penis, or an eye. And if someone else brings it up, same thing unless you're a girl. In which case, I'm not sure what I would do to you, but I'll figure out something. So that's your warning, everyone. Leave that topic alone, it's a touchy one and you're only getting yourself in it, to leave with one less body part.
My sister has had no sleep. So now she's asking me if I got any last night, which I did. So yay for good sex. Not that any of you care, but you're in my journal, so personally I think that means you care about somethings that I have to say.
And then she calls me disgusting. Here's a little hint for you oh dear sister of mine, if you don't want to know the details then I suggest that you don't ask for the details.
That.. is .. all..