Yeah, I'm up.
Yes, it's 3:30. Yes, I'm still up. No, it's none of your business, but I'll tell you anyway.
I went to goth night tonight. Ran into of all people My EX. And no, not the one I expected to see (Brandon). No, my "I'm too busy to come visit and you live too far away" ex. Yeah. That one.
Scooter
Dammit Scooter, first of all, you said you'd be right back when we were talking online. Then you show up at the club. And here's the kicker, he had no idea I was going to be there. He was going to spend the night just down the street from me and not even come visit. I guess I should stop holding on to hope that an ex actually cares about me, but it would be nice if he did.
So, I tagged along with him till I realized there were plenty of other people OUTSIDE the club who actually gave a fuck about me. People from my old Rocky days who didn't care if I had put on a few pounds and lost my mind.
Well, losing my mind is a relative thing. I was downright crazy before, now I'm just really unstable. And better yet, I got told I was pretty by three different guys. One of whom I don't think I knew when I was thin.
Then Trigger and I got to talking about my Rocky days. How insane I was. Scary thing is, he has a brain tumor and remembers the shit I used to do better than I do. Maybe it was all the Ritalin.
Oh, and Monk was there. He gave me a hug and went on his way. I got another hug when I left, and a third for a reason I won't disclose. I'm listening to his theme song now, BTW. And he cut his hair. He kinda looks like a squire now with the bob-like thingy.
So, a rundown of everyone.
Matt, Katey, Foxboy, Monk, Justin, Trigger, AJ, Gir (or Dir, not sure), Beffy, Valentine, Bryant, and that nice girl whose spent most of the night handcuffed. Thank you for an interesting evening. I eagerly await next week.
And Scooter?
*boot to the head*
I went to goth night tonight. Ran into of all people My EX. And no, not the one I expected to see (Brandon). No, my "I'm too busy to come visit and you live too far away" ex. Yeah. That one.
Scooter
Dammit Scooter, first of all, you said you'd be right back when we were talking online. Then you show up at the club. And here's the kicker, he had no idea I was going to be there. He was going to spend the night just down the street from me and not even come visit. I guess I should stop holding on to hope that an ex actually cares about me, but it would be nice if he did.
So, I tagged along with him till I realized there were plenty of other people OUTSIDE the club who actually gave a fuck about me. People from my old Rocky days who didn't care if I had put on a few pounds and lost my mind.
Well, losing my mind is a relative thing. I was downright crazy before, now I'm just really unstable. And better yet, I got told I was pretty by three different guys. One of whom I don't think I knew when I was thin.
Then Trigger and I got to talking about my Rocky days. How insane I was. Scary thing is, he has a brain tumor and remembers the shit I used to do better than I do. Maybe it was all the Ritalin.
Oh, and Monk was there. He gave me a hug and went on his way. I got another hug when I left, and a third for a reason I won't disclose. I'm listening to his theme song now, BTW. And he cut his hair. He kinda looks like a squire now with the bob-like thingy.
So, a rundown of everyone.
Matt, Katey, Foxboy, Monk, Justin, Trigger, AJ, Gir (or Dir, not sure), Beffy, Valentine, Bryant, and that nice girl whose spent most of the night handcuffed. Thank you for an interesting evening. I eagerly await next week.
And Scooter?
*boot to the head*