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Jul 22, 2006 02:20


Work tonight was terrible.  I have to leave my house by 810 to get to work on time for 9.  I realize all of a sudden while playing with Google Earth that it is 752.  I jump up get ready and somehow manage to be to my car for 812.  Only my car wont start... We try to jump it... still nothing... its now 827.  I hop in my sisters get to work only a few min late thanks to the lack of speed limit enforcement on my rout.  So it seems at this point as thought everything will turn out just fine... WRONG! i made 12$ tonight.  Oh yes i know that sounds ridiculous, probably because IT IS! So i guess the best part of the evening is that i got to get of early (about 1) and come home to blog... HA what a life i have...

A while back i made a list of things to do this summer and seeing as the summer is more than half way over i thought i would give a progress report.  I have not done a single thing on my list.  Not a one... pathetic.  I guess i had better get on it.

Lawson continues to text me.  The latest was a plea for me not to cut him out of my life.  Well, it has been three weeks since i have spoken or written a word to him. I'm pretty sure that process has already begun.  I just need a clean break i guess.  He was far too abusive for me to ever be friends with again.  But this has gotten be thinking.  I asked Will not to cut me out of his and I'm not really sure if he did or not seeing as thought i made no effort to really stay in it.  I would love to hear from him about anything really, his life, school, family. I dont know.  I really miss him as a friend but i def do not have the guts to ever tell him that.  So i wonder if i will feel that way about Lawson.  Odds are no... but will i regret never again speaking to someone i loved so much.  Will has made no effort to ever contact me so i guess by that example the answer is no i will not regret it.  And Will and I parted under much more amiable circumstances.  Who knows.  Too much worrying once again as usual. 
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