push him down and kick him while he's down
I hope Eric and Ali have a washer and dryer, because I'm not wearing underwear today and I won't have time to do laundry until I get there. In other news...
Houston flooded after torrential rains hit, and a couple of tornadoes hit the surrounding areas, but it seems to be no big deal anywhere else in the state, or at least not here, because nobody knows about it. I just happened to catch it on the news when Cassie and Nadege were over watching a movie. We stopped the video and it was on. We saw no other tv news reports of it, and this morning when I said something about it at work, nobody had a clue. Did anyone else hear about this?
My first boyfriend ever, stupid "Zachary" (used to be Zach), found me on myspace and sent me an e-mail message. I considered not writing him back, but I've avoided him for 10 years, so I thought "why not?" I wrote him back and told him I worked for the Senate, had an awesome boyfriend, great friends, and that if I were doing any better I'd be jealous of myself. I suppose that started somewhat of a one-upsmanship, which was pretty much what defined our relationship in the first place. So, yeah, he writes me back that he just returned from a trip to Rome with his girlfriend Ada, a "little romantic rendezvous" before Christmas, and that he's practicing law in Houston, wants to open his own firm, is happy about God, blah, blah, blah. So a)His girlfriend's name is Ada. I hope that makes him cringe. Actually, I hope he made it up and "Ada" was the most original name he could come up with. b)He can afford to go to Rome in December right before Christmas and I can't, but if I play his stupid game I've got to do something to make my life sound even more interesting. Like "Oh, Rigel's family lives in Maui. I'll probably go up there sometime this spring." Even though I probably won't. c)He's playing the "God" game with me, which means he's pretending that he gives a care about God and is flaunting it, when he probably doesn't even give one bit of a care. I digress...
The point is, I shouldn't play his game, but I do want to smear his face in the dirt of my success and watch him choke on it. So I guess if that's what my motivation is, I should just refrain from writing him back before I just explode. Or I don't know, I'll just pray about it. That always gives me some guidance. Obviously it will do me no good to do it my way.
All right, well, I'm super excited to go to San Antonio, kick back, look for wedding stuff, wash my underwear, stuff like that...
Houston flooded after torrential rains hit, and a couple of tornadoes hit the surrounding areas, but it seems to be no big deal anywhere else in the state, or at least not here, because nobody knows about it. I just happened to catch it on the news when Cassie and Nadege were over watching a movie. We stopped the video and it was on. We saw no other tv news reports of it, and this morning when I said something about it at work, nobody had a clue. Did anyone else hear about this?
My first boyfriend ever, stupid "Zachary" (used to be Zach), found me on myspace and sent me an e-mail message. I considered not writing him back, but I've avoided him for 10 years, so I thought "why not?" I wrote him back and told him I worked for the Senate, had an awesome boyfriend, great friends, and that if I were doing any better I'd be jealous of myself. I suppose that started somewhat of a one-upsmanship, which was pretty much what defined our relationship in the first place. So, yeah, he writes me back that he just returned from a trip to Rome with his girlfriend Ada, a "little romantic rendezvous" before Christmas, and that he's practicing law in Houston, wants to open his own firm, is happy about God, blah, blah, blah. So a)His girlfriend's name is Ada. I hope that makes him cringe. Actually, I hope he made it up and "Ada" was the most original name he could come up with. b)He can afford to go to Rome in December right before Christmas and I can't, but if I play his stupid game I've got to do something to make my life sound even more interesting. Like "Oh, Rigel's family lives in Maui. I'll probably go up there sometime this spring." Even though I probably won't. c)He's playing the "God" game with me, which means he's pretending that he gives a care about God and is flaunting it, when he probably doesn't even give one bit of a care. I digress...
The point is, I shouldn't play his game, but I do want to smear his face in the dirt of my success and watch him choke on it. So I guess if that's what my motivation is, I should just refrain from writing him back before I just explode. Or I don't know, I'll just pray about it. That always gives me some guidance. Obviously it will do me no good to do it my way.
All right, well, I'm super excited to go to San Antonio, kick back, look for wedding stuff, wash my underwear, stuff like that...