Eat, drink and be scary...
I am a pitiful excuse for a journaling type of person. Ha.
I feel as though I have let people down, but I know there aren't too many that dive into that brain of mine. Hmmmm...
Hi there Skummy!
Kinder and Mike are here right now and it's officially the day of Christ's birth...maybe it's time for a resurrection. Wouldn't that be lovely?
Mike wants to skip town. I can't be the person to throw myself in front of him and cry for him not go. I can't. Maybe I want to be, but I really can't. We've had some strange conversations lately. And up until now I have enjoyed the ideas...creativity has been strong in me lately.
I'm blabbering...pay no mind to this dribble I spew.
I want to be able to write again. I mean REALLY write. It seems like every time I put pen to paper I go off about how I need to find whatever it is that I'm looking for...or some sappy bullshit to Mike. I'm tired of both.
While we were at Dave's (the night my tire blew---I'll get to it)he found me near passed out sitting on the floor next to the piano...he said he thought he should talk to me...so we sat behind the table and he gave me the same ole 'can't be what you need' talk. Though we haven't been "together" in over a month. I told him that I knew what he meant, but he needs to understand that I don't want a "relationship" with him and that I'm quite comfortable with the way that things have been going with us. Then I passed out so the conversation didn't go any further until a few days later when I just told him everything that I think about us...how sometimes I'm perfectly content with just knowing him, but when we both feel close, then it's really cool too. I am aware that this does not make sense.
Anyhow...I'm high and not sure about continuing that episode of thought, so I won't.
Okay so about the tire...on the way to Dave's with Mike and Rich...my tire blew as I got onto 520. We were out there for 3 hours until someone came along with the right tools. I'm still sitting on my spare, but hoping that some generous soul will be able to help me out and buy a new one.
Becka should be here soon I think. So I should call her.
Scary Christmas everyone.
I feel as though I have let people down, but I know there aren't too many that dive into that brain of mine. Hmmmm...
Hi there Skummy!
Kinder and Mike are here right now and it's officially the day of Christ's birth...maybe it's time for a resurrection. Wouldn't that be lovely?
Mike wants to skip town. I can't be the person to throw myself in front of him and cry for him not go. I can't. Maybe I want to be, but I really can't. We've had some strange conversations lately. And up until now I have enjoyed the ideas...creativity has been strong in me lately.
I'm blabbering...pay no mind to this dribble I spew.
I want to be able to write again. I mean REALLY write. It seems like every time I put pen to paper I go off about how I need to find whatever it is that I'm looking for...or some sappy bullshit to Mike. I'm tired of both.
While we were at Dave's (the night my tire blew---I'll get to it)he found me near passed out sitting on the floor next to the piano...he said he thought he should talk to me...so we sat behind the table and he gave me the same ole 'can't be what you need' talk. Though we haven't been "together" in over a month. I told him that I knew what he meant, but he needs to understand that I don't want a "relationship" with him and that I'm quite comfortable with the way that things have been going with us. Then I passed out so the conversation didn't go any further until a few days later when I just told him everything that I think about us...how sometimes I'm perfectly content with just knowing him, but when we both feel close, then it's really cool too. I am aware that this does not make sense.
Anyhow...I'm high and not sure about continuing that episode of thought, so I won't.
Okay so about the tire...on the way to Dave's with Mike and Rich...my tire blew as I got onto 520. We were out there for 3 hours until someone came along with the right tools. I'm still sitting on my spare, but hoping that some generous soul will be able to help me out and buy a new one.
Becka should be here soon I think. So I should call her.
Scary Christmas everyone.