whoops, forgot to paste the rest of my entry from yesterday...

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So, after I left work this afternoon I told Lynda that I'd go tell the boys that they could go home early. So, I took a stroll down to CSL to see what they were up to. My favorite person was still there helping them move stuff. I kinda had a feeling he would be there, but figured that I couldn't avoid him forever and because of that, I might as well face him on my own terms. The problem with that was that he wouldn't even look me in the face. Now, I'm pretty sure that he was guilty or still really pissed off at me...I'm leaning more toward pissed off because I'm not sure if he is capable of guilt, or maybe guilt is why he got so pissed off at me in the first place. Either way, I was surprised. I figured that I'd be the last to get over that whole thing... I should've been the one who was uncomfortible after all, considering that he had another one of his girls (I call them puppies because they follow him around like lost puppies and I don't feel bad about that because I know that I once was one of those puppies, like it or not.) sitting around wating for him to get off work. (To give him a little credit, she was cuter than the last girl I saw him with.) It was after I left, I realized that I have gone from really confused and sad to really pissed off to now, not caring...too much. The sad thing is that I feel like a jealous ex-girlfriend. But I'm not an ex-girlfriend. Though, I'm afraid that I may be jealous. Of what you may ask? I have absolutely no idea. I really don't think it should bother me but it does for some odd reason. Not that it matters much because Amy told me that she won't allow me to marry any schmoe so I'm afraid that he wouldn't qualify even if he did get his head out of his ass. (I'm glad that I know that you guys are looking out for me.) So, yeah...I guess I'll let it go with that for now before my computer poops out again. Stupid computer.

Time to go read my book.

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