Jun 14, 2004 12:24
Ok those things rhyme. So Thursday night, Gabbie calls me at ten to apologize and brag about her new life. She tells me of her friends, boyfriend, job, Ozzfest, etc. I guess I still have a place for her in my mind, but definitely not my heart or my life. Friday night was ok. Justin and I were supposed to chill with Winter, but she never showed up. So McNaulty took us to Ferg's house and we chilled there. I didn't smoke or drink, well except for the Bourbon. The bourbon was nice, it was a 54 year old, good vintage, nice taste and not too hard on the throat. Plus it was 86 proof. Basically it was about a $150 bottle of fine distilled alchohol so I olnly took two shots of it. They were not hard shots at all and coming from me, thats a big deal.
Justin and me sat on Ferg's front porch and watched the sunset behind a thick grove of trees. WE played with Ozzy and talked of the future. We decided that we wanted to live a great life with each other, to overcome obstacles set out by Bill and Ella M aka Momma Mauhs. To go through school for me, to excel at computers for him, to travel the world for me, to conquer the world for him. We want kids and a house and a dog and all that silly giddy stuff that little girls dream of as children. IT was great, we really had time to come together in our desperation.
Saturday was good. I worked, went to Theatre, went back to work. Then went home. Thats when the fun started. My mom and I drove to pick up Aaron K, then we came home where Zak and Scott were waiting for us. Went into the woods at the new chill spot near Diego's house. Showed them the glass house or what was the glass house because we couldnt see anything in the dark. Then yesterday Justin showed me all the sppts in NEw HAven. I treated him to Claire's and he treated me like a princess. We had a great day until my mom got bitchy afterwards. Then I traded in the bead at sunshine for tarot cards and some incense, which I will enjoy. Well this morning my mom was again bitchy, so I must go now to write my portfolio. Love to all, the libster.