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Hello hello. I woke up this morning and somehow misplaced my voice and so now when I talk I sound like a very quiet version of Fran Drescher (sp?). It's very annoying to talk on the phone, somehow I was hopping to get out of coming to work. Boo hoo. Oh well, I need the money. I'm a poor person. My mom and dads anniversary is in April and my brother had the brilliant idea to send them to Denver, CO for Rockies opening day. How expensive! I've been saving money for a shopping spree I plan to take in June so bye bye to that. Oh well.
Last night Adrien called drunk and weeping. Too little, too late. I humored him for a good half hour and foolishly agreed to meet him the following day in hopes that it would give me a good reason to say good-bye. That didn't quite work as he babbled on for another 15 minutes. What bothers me the most, I think, is that I know he didn't call mostly to tell me that he still loves me and he misses me. I believe he just wanted someone to cry about his awful life to. Sure, he talked a lot about how tough it's been for him (on the contrary to our phone conversations after our break up) and that he was sorry he couldn't tell me how he really felt sooner. I thanked him for the apology and told him that his cold heartedness helped me get over him and I thanked him for that, too. It simply was not meant to be. He finds happiness in being miserable and what he needs is a girl who has no self-esteem and simply wants someone to talk to her, nevermind what they're saying. People are definitely interesting. I, on the other hand, have sit-ups to do.
Last night Adrien called drunk and weeping. Too little, too late. I humored him for a good half hour and foolishly agreed to meet him the following day in hopes that it would give me a good reason to say good-bye. That didn't quite work as he babbled on for another 15 minutes. What bothers me the most, I think, is that I know he didn't call mostly to tell me that he still loves me and he misses me. I believe he just wanted someone to cry about his awful life to. Sure, he talked a lot about how tough it's been for him (on the contrary to our phone conversations after our break up) and that he was sorry he couldn't tell me how he really felt sooner. I thanked him for the apology and told him that his cold heartedness helped me get over him and I thanked him for that, too. It simply was not meant to be. He finds happiness in being miserable and what he needs is a girl who has no self-esteem and simply wants someone to talk to her, nevermind what they're saying. People are definitely interesting. I, on the other hand, have sit-ups to do.