TWO (CLOSE MY EYES)
There has admittedly been another falling out, as my attendance to this place has been very low lately. Much has happened in the time between now and my first post but it's all really irrelevant, so I'll spare you. All that's needed to be known is that I've decided to make the new vision of this journal apparent in my info.
This last Saturday (the 22nd) I decided to go out and get really wasted (mmm draft Newcastle), shitfaced from weed, and all lightheaded at the hookah lounge, which was really fucking lame. I passed out at my brother's apartment and didn't wake up until around 1 PM on Sunday. This made it impossible for me to be able to talk to Brittany in the morning like I promised to do. She had work, and I had no free long distance like I have at home. It was a bad decision on my part, and I was thinking about her the whole time I was out getting smashed and throwing up in the hookah lounge toilet that didn't fucking flush.
Today, the day we were supposed to talk and make-up for the time we didn't when I was out getting fucked up, didn't work out as we planned. She was called in to work, and I came home to find that out by calling her house and having her brother or some-such tell me. Since I always give her the benefit of the doubt, I knew she wouldn't be getting her revenge from what I did on Saturday. Actually I did believe that, and that's the exact thought that went through my mind when I first heard that she was at work.
Well, it turns out I was wrong, and gratefully so. She came online tonight and promised that was not her intention, and we went on to give another 20 minute goodbye of lovey-dovey type shit that you never thought you'd ever be doing in your life. Such goodbyes do, however, strangely reassure me. And I admit, they feel damn good.
This last Saturday (the 22nd) I decided to go out and get really wasted (mmm draft Newcastle), shitfaced from weed, and all lightheaded at the hookah lounge, which was really fucking lame. I passed out at my brother's apartment and didn't wake up until around 1 PM on Sunday. This made it impossible for me to be able to talk to Brittany in the morning like I promised to do. She had work, and I had no free long distance like I have at home. It was a bad decision on my part, and I was thinking about her the whole time I was out getting smashed and throwing up in the hookah lounge toilet that didn't fucking flush.
Today, the day we were supposed to talk and make-up for the time we didn't when I was out getting fucked up, didn't work out as we planned. She was called in to work, and I came home to find that out by calling her house and having her brother or some-such tell me. Since I always give her the benefit of the doubt, I knew she wouldn't be getting her revenge from what I did on Saturday. Actually I did believe that, and that's the exact thought that went through my mind when I first heard that she was at work.
Well, it turns out I was wrong, and gratefully so. She came online tonight and promised that was not her intention, and we went on to give another 20 minute goodbye of lovey-dovey type shit that you never thought you'd ever be doing in your life. Such goodbyes do, however, strangely reassure me. And I admit, they feel damn good.