Unexpected issues.
So I went to Austin with Ryan on Saturday to pick up a gargoyle for his mother. He was solid stone and weighed way too much. So after securing "F. Lloyd, Gargoyle" in the backseat, we went to a really really good chinese place(we got lucky) called "The Tea House". Absolutely fantastic. So we're cruising home and talking about his new girlfriend that I met that morning, (apparently they've been dating for a couple of weeks and the bastard didn't tell me) and we passed about 5 or 6 accidents. Normal I-35 South.
So we return home without much more worthy of remark and place F. Lloyd in the back patio so that he has a good view of the garden. Then we head back to campus to take Ryan home. We went on a 3 hour jaunt, as I hadn't been on a good walk in quite some time, and his school is very pleasant just to walk around. So he and I are out in the woods sitting on some stones talking about Geneva (His new woman) and Alana. And before I knew it I said, "She just doesn't make me happy anymore, and I am pretty sure it's because I'm not in love with her."
I said it. Without even thinking about it. It's been lurking around for so long that I had already made the decision to say it and it was just waiting beneath the surface like a door spider in his lair. Just waiting. And waiting. For 4 solid years.
So I had to go pick up Alana and take her home from watching my nephew. I decided not to bring it up - yet. I want to be certain that it really is the truth, that there is no way that I am mistaken. It will probably take awhile.
However, this was Saturday, so I then drove by Mizan's house to see if she was home. Sunday was mother's day, and well, those of you who know the story know why I'd stop off. There was a car there that I didn't recognize, so I didn't say hello. It's been almost two years since I've seen her. Virginia would probably try to murder me if I showed up on her doorstep.
Then I decided I needed to get drunk. Very drunk.
So I went by a club, which is usually chock full of cute gothy girls, but it was a live punk show, which just doesn't do it for me, so I went back to Ryan's dorm. His roommate was asleep.
Ryan was, not surprisingly, nowhere to be found. Back in the car to Gio's house. No one responding to the doorbell. It's only midnight, where the hell is everyone?
So home I went. Walked in the door and my dad is watching porno, big shocker. So I head upstairs, because, as much as I like porn, I hate trying to watch it with my father about. Stop in the kitchen, do three shots of vodka, because hey, I can. Wait about 20 minutes. Pick up the phone, and call Her. You know who she is. The lizard girl. The Canadian. Yeah, that one. I told her what happened. I said it again. Then I drank more. Much more.
Even if it's not true, if I keep saying it twice a day, it will become true. You can bet on that.
So we return home without much more worthy of remark and place F. Lloyd in the back patio so that he has a good view of the garden. Then we head back to campus to take Ryan home. We went on a 3 hour jaunt, as I hadn't been on a good walk in quite some time, and his school is very pleasant just to walk around. So he and I are out in the woods sitting on some stones talking about Geneva (His new woman) and Alana. And before I knew it I said, "She just doesn't make me happy anymore, and I am pretty sure it's because I'm not in love with her."
I said it. Without even thinking about it. It's been lurking around for so long that I had already made the decision to say it and it was just waiting beneath the surface like a door spider in his lair. Just waiting. And waiting. For 4 solid years.
So I had to go pick up Alana and take her home from watching my nephew. I decided not to bring it up - yet. I want to be certain that it really is the truth, that there is no way that I am mistaken. It will probably take awhile.
However, this was Saturday, so I then drove by Mizan's house to see if she was home. Sunday was mother's day, and well, those of you who know the story know why I'd stop off. There was a car there that I didn't recognize, so I didn't say hello. It's been almost two years since I've seen her. Virginia would probably try to murder me if I showed up on her doorstep.
Then I decided I needed to get drunk. Very drunk.
So I went by a club, which is usually chock full of cute gothy girls, but it was a live punk show, which just doesn't do it for me, so I went back to Ryan's dorm. His roommate was asleep.
Ryan was, not surprisingly, nowhere to be found. Back in the car to Gio's house. No one responding to the doorbell. It's only midnight, where the hell is everyone?
So home I went. Walked in the door and my dad is watching porno, big shocker. So I head upstairs, because, as much as I like porn, I hate trying to watch it with my father about. Stop in the kitchen, do three shots of vodka, because hey, I can. Wait about 20 minutes. Pick up the phone, and call Her. You know who she is. The lizard girl. The Canadian. Yeah, that one. I told her what happened. I said it again. Then I drank more. Much more.
Even if it's not true, if I keep saying it twice a day, it will become true. You can bet on that.