The Many Woes from the Aftermath of Heartbreak
I woke up today, after only having four hours of sleep, to my roommate yelling from the top of her lungs saying, "I'm in the shower. I'm in the shower." Apparently she was in the shower. The dog was barking like crazy and the sun was beaming into my room from the slit between my window and homemade brown curtain. I can't say I was completely awake for all this, but I was aware of the commotion.
I guess the plumber finally showed up to fix the leaking pipe in my house. My roommate was home and hadn't gone to work, for another doctors appointment. I stayed in bed trying to regain a sense of slumber, but the dog continued to bark. Honestly, this dog sometimes gets to me so bad. This probly being the worst "Sanchez" day. Tamie, embarrassed, argued with our landlord later on(who was with the plumber) about not giving warning to the intrusion. She had to make her way to her bedroom and get dressed within moments, just so she could let them in and stop the dog from barking. The dog did not stop from barking.
I slept, maybe, another hour before my friend Jeremy called to see when we should get together. I told him to call back in an hour so I could sleep just a little more. I did not sleep a little more.
I called Jeremy back later and I got ready to go see him. We played around with his guns for about a half hour and looked at motorcycles he was interested in purchasing. Play, wouldn't be the right word by the way. I looked at them and asked to have my picture taken with it. It was fun.
You hardcore liberals, stop giving me that look.
Then we made our way to Bestbuy. And interesting experience. I ran into an old school chum. I really nice guy. I haven't seen him in seven years, yet it didn't seem odd to see him. We talked for almost fortyfive minutes there. What a great guy. Rumors had always circulated that he was "gay" and I remember him getting tease continually for it. But he was so intellegent and outgoing and confident that it seemed to unfaze him. Now seven years later, he works hard for the elderly by lobbying for basic human rights and has so many of the same interests as me. We agreed to see each other this week to vent my awful tragedies over a beer. Vodka Cranberry has always been my drink, but he is determined to get me to drink a beer(something he himself once did not like).
Jeremy came straggling along later to interrupt and break the conversation so he could go. Jeremy knew him from high school as well, but had little interest in joining in. So, we left BreastBuy and went to my place to work on my computer. I started to at this point, to begin to feel the sorrows of the previous day. Having Radiohead playing in the background didn't help. Jeremy was feeling tired so I brought him home. I thanked him for being a great friend. He has known what I've been going through and has been there by my side the whole time. He really is the brother I never had. I love him for it.
On a side note. I have the most amazing and sizable friends. Just the fact that they have all been giving me the time of day and comfort I've been needing. Reminding me how much they love me and of the things I deserve. I don't want this to make me sound desperate for love, but when my heart is breaking, I need all the support I can get. I really appreciate them for it. I only hope I am as wonderful to them. Ashley, Tamie, Jeremy, Jackie, Shelly, Amber, Rachel, Rachel, Kristin, Nick, Stephanie, Tony, Jonothan, Jennifer, Adam, Maria, and Jeana. They all know the heartache I've been going through and have made it easier. I send you all fivethousand Karma points each. Use them wisely. You'll never know when they might come in handy.
I went home, where I worked out. Shouted. Screamed out my frustrations(the house was empty, minus me) and started writing this. Now, I will go to bed. I really wish I didn't have to rest in my pangs and agony. My house is still empty. I'm alone and I actually feel okay. Not great I mind you, but okay.
Goodnight. Mazel tov.
I guess the plumber finally showed up to fix the leaking pipe in my house. My roommate was home and hadn't gone to work, for another doctors appointment. I stayed in bed trying to regain a sense of slumber, but the dog continued to bark. Honestly, this dog sometimes gets to me so bad. This probly being the worst "Sanchez" day. Tamie, embarrassed, argued with our landlord later on(who was with the plumber) about not giving warning to the intrusion. She had to make her way to her bedroom and get dressed within moments, just so she could let them in and stop the dog from barking. The dog did not stop from barking.
I slept, maybe, another hour before my friend Jeremy called to see when we should get together. I told him to call back in an hour so I could sleep just a little more. I did not sleep a little more.
I called Jeremy back later and I got ready to go see him. We played around with his guns for about a half hour and looked at motorcycles he was interested in purchasing. Play, wouldn't be the right word by the way. I looked at them and asked to have my picture taken with it. It was fun.
You hardcore liberals, stop giving me that look.
Then we made our way to Bestbuy. And interesting experience. I ran into an old school chum. I really nice guy. I haven't seen him in seven years, yet it didn't seem odd to see him. We talked for almost fortyfive minutes there. What a great guy. Rumors had always circulated that he was "gay" and I remember him getting tease continually for it. But he was so intellegent and outgoing and confident that it seemed to unfaze him. Now seven years later, he works hard for the elderly by lobbying for basic human rights and has so many of the same interests as me. We agreed to see each other this week to vent my awful tragedies over a beer. Vodka Cranberry has always been my drink, but he is determined to get me to drink a beer(something he himself once did not like).
Jeremy came straggling along later to interrupt and break the conversation so he could go. Jeremy knew him from high school as well, but had little interest in joining in. So, we left BreastBuy and went to my place to work on my computer. I started to at this point, to begin to feel the sorrows of the previous day. Having Radiohead playing in the background didn't help. Jeremy was feeling tired so I brought him home. I thanked him for being a great friend. He has known what I've been going through and has been there by my side the whole time. He really is the brother I never had. I love him for it.
On a side note. I have the most amazing and sizable friends. Just the fact that they have all been giving me the time of day and comfort I've been needing. Reminding me how much they love me and of the things I deserve. I don't want this to make me sound desperate for love, but when my heart is breaking, I need all the support I can get. I really appreciate them for it. I only hope I am as wonderful to them. Ashley, Tamie, Jeremy, Jackie, Shelly, Amber, Rachel, Rachel, Kristin, Nick, Stephanie, Tony, Jonothan, Jennifer, Adam, Maria, and Jeana. They all know the heartache I've been going through and have made it easier. I send you all fivethousand Karma points each. Use them wisely. You'll never know when they might come in handy.
I went home, where I worked out. Shouted. Screamed out my frustrations(the house was empty, minus me) and started writing this. Now, I will go to bed. I really wish I didn't have to rest in my pangs and agony. My house is still empty. I'm alone and I actually feel okay. Not great I mind you, but okay.
Goodnight. Mazel tov.