Jun 22, 2005 10:11
Argh! I'm being charged $90 for something that I cancelled over a week ago! As a matter of fact, I cancelled the damned thing three times just to drive the point home, and I check my account and it's still charging me! Assholes! >:(
So much for saving money. Maybe I can find a way to stop the transaction, but I doubt it...
I need to start packing, I need to make appointments, get a haircut and a zillion other things that make me tired just thinking about it.
Another dream about Pam last night. I wish there was a pill or medicine I can take to get rid of ex's in my mind.
Sitting here at work, and the last thing I want to do is work.
Dwelling over the past conversations I had with Pam before I let her go, and I know what she did to me. Whenever she has friends or admirers, she puts up a wall so they can't get personal with her (blame her very abusive first marriage). When she met me, I was able to plow down the wall and drive right into her psyche.
Now it's different. She put up a wall against me. It's like coming home from a long trip, only to discover that someone put up a huge brick pillar around your entire home. You know it's there, you can see the roof, you can hear the love inside, but you can't go in anymore, and like Jack London used to say, you can't go home anymore.
Walls are never usually a good solution for whatever bothers you. Because one day, when you let the wall come down, you'll find that there is no one left waiting for you on the other side.
When she lets her wall down, I will be long gone. I feel so sorry for her. C'est la vie, l'amour.
Can't believe I'm almost broke. Well, as long as I can hold out until next Thursday, I should be okay. I'm not fretting just yet.
Belial: Good luck with the wedding tomorrow. My only regret is that I'm not there in person to enjoy it with you
Sherri: yes, I will get you something from Prague. Let me know what you collect (spoons, cups, pictures, etc...).
Nicola: wherever you are, I hope everything is going fine for you.
Miss you all *watches moths fly out of wallet*