A Time For Reconstruction

Jan 17, 2005 19:17

I went to 82 last night after a month or so.
Jessica and Erika took me which was awfully nice of them.
It was a sweaty fuckhole of dirty bodies and dirty dancing.
I only went there for one reason and one reason only; to slap a boy.
I missed my chance. I will wait until Wednesday to show up and attack him, fucking prick.
I do not like clubs anymore. All I do is hibernate in my room and sleep, sleep, sleep.




Another reason I went was to see the boy I currently like.
But it's always the same thing every time; he's weird now.
He stared at me from across the room the whole night making
dumb faces and didn't once come and say hi,
which is all I had hoped he would do the whole night.
Oh, until the end--When he was leaving--He sat next to me
and told me to put my number in his new phone.
"Now I have a new phone...So now I can call you." Yeah...Right.
Why does it always have to be like this? This weird interruption? Why?
Someone please explain it to me.

On a lighter note, here are some pictures I took of
Minka and I's lovely afternoon walk today!
[For those of you who don't know who Minka is,
she's my dog and obviously the love of my life.]



























































































































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