TODAY I WAS DYING.
HOLY BALLS.
HOLY FUCKING BALLS.
I HAVE BEEN SICK FOR THE LAST 24 HOURS. IN THE STOMACH FLU KINDA WAY. AND IT WASN'T FUN.
I tried eating this morning, v8 splash, a diet pasta thing and some cereal. and I had a chicken nugget and some french fries and a bag of chips and some ice tea.
BUT LORDY DID IT NOT STICK AROUND.
It's like it flew, flew right through me. I worshiped the porcelain god 4 times today and twice last night.
I only had ginger ale after the second time today and it's just liquid now. seriously. I think I am officially colon cleansed. I want an xray or something to prove it. ba-jesus.
In less gross and body-functioning news, I saw Errick today picking up Mallory. We dated a bit but when my grandfather passed away and I was officially done with people for a month I broke it off with him via myspace because I am just so full of suck. And we recently talked again but I really don't text him much because he seriously sends me kisses. And I didn't and don't want that.
The other night he accused me of avoiding him. I sort of was but not actively. Frankly my life is going in an entirely different direction than his newly-revealed-to-me frat boy ways and various addictions. (How much you wanna bet that I'm going to regret that sentence in a few weeks/months? Ah well, intellectual honesty and whatnot.) But when he accused me of avoiding him, the same day I told Kent I couldn't handle us anymore, I flew off the handle like whoa, told him I didn't have to deal with that shit anymore and have yet to respond to his apologetic texts.
Take THAT.
Speaking of responding to apologetic missives, I need to respond to McGee's. How? Who the hell knows. I am surrounded by change and turmoil and I'm not quite sure where anyone will fit in my life in a few months. Everyone tells me college changes things and I am damn sure of it. I'm giving myself 2-3 months to get back to Kent if I still want to.
I could go on about McGee and what I think of him/us/the future of us and whatnot but that would be mean if I didn't talk to him first about all this, and he found out by reading my blog.
Which he does. Still. Religiously, I assume.
Novel metaphor ahead: My life is just one giant complication with no indication of a climax or resolution. Does that happen before death? Is death the resolution to everyone's novel? When death approaches, does the individual confess and resolve their past conflicts and complications and then as so they don't cause any more problems, do they die?
It's a thought.
I wanted to be a writer, once.
HOLY FUCKING BALLS.
I HAVE BEEN SICK FOR THE LAST 24 HOURS. IN THE STOMACH FLU KINDA WAY. AND IT WASN'T FUN.
I tried eating this morning, v8 splash, a diet pasta thing and some cereal. and I had a chicken nugget and some french fries and a bag of chips and some ice tea.
BUT LORDY DID IT NOT STICK AROUND.
It's like it flew, flew right through me. I worshiped the porcelain god 4 times today and twice last night.
I only had ginger ale after the second time today and it's just liquid now. seriously. I think I am officially colon cleansed. I want an xray or something to prove it. ba-jesus.
In less gross and body-functioning news, I saw Errick today picking up Mallory. We dated a bit but when my grandfather passed away and I was officially done with people for a month I broke it off with him via myspace because I am just so full of suck. And we recently talked again but I really don't text him much because he seriously sends me kisses. And I didn't and don't want that.
The other night he accused me of avoiding him. I sort of was but not actively. Frankly my life is going in an entirely different direction than his newly-revealed-to-me frat boy ways and various addictions. (How much you wanna bet that I'm going to regret that sentence in a few weeks/months? Ah well, intellectual honesty and whatnot.) But when he accused me of avoiding him, the same day I told Kent I couldn't handle us anymore, I flew off the handle like whoa, told him I didn't have to deal with that shit anymore and have yet to respond to his apologetic texts.
Take THAT.
Speaking of responding to apologetic missives, I need to respond to McGee's. How? Who the hell knows. I am surrounded by change and turmoil and I'm not quite sure where anyone will fit in my life in a few months. Everyone tells me college changes things and I am damn sure of it. I'm giving myself 2-3 months to get back to Kent if I still want to.
I could go on about McGee and what I think of him/us/the future of us and whatnot but that would be mean if I didn't talk to him first about all this, and he found out by reading my blog.
Which he does. Still. Religiously, I assume.
Novel metaphor ahead: My life is just one giant complication with no indication of a climax or resolution. Does that happen before death? Is death the resolution to everyone's novel? When death approaches, does the individual confess and resolve their past conflicts and complications and then as so they don't cause any more problems, do they die?
It's a thought.
I wanted to be a writer, once.