Theres something about being alone.
Theres Something about being alone that I loathe, I guess thats why I am sitting here on vacation by myself alone in Califorina. It was overcast when I got here, and The ride on the plane from San Fran was terrifying, The Plane sat only 30 and I had to walk down the hallway and onto the run way, i felt like an old movie star because yours truley was wearing 3'' black pumps as she carelessly carried down 2 full bags of clothes and other worldly possesions. People starried at me but I did my best to wear my Movie star additutude and just to tune my Attention to my book.
I called my mom before the tiny plane takes off, I tell her about having to walk up the stairs to get on the plane and that If this small toy looking plane went down, that this was my last known location. The man behind me is not amused, he under his breathe calls me a Drama Queen, I hear it and of course i shake my head from side to side so that my blonde hair is just casscading around me and I try to keep up my Movie Star Additutude, However this all a fascade.
I finally land after the worlds shortest flight, I dont even get a picture of the window of the plane like I had on my Previous 5 hours flight to, Instead I wobble off, Heels and all and walk into the worlds smallest airport. And I wait to see Dave, I sit down and I call my mom. My mom threwout this trip has become a security blanket, The best Kind. I dont call Christina, Or Dee, Or Rich or anyone, because no one can save me, I am here by myself, sitting in the airport waiting, Nervously waiting, standing in heels and getting werid looks from airport security. Finally Dave comes, And were off, we get into a cab and get to my hotel. I check in and put my luggage down which weighs a ton ( How do little girl clothes, weigh so much? ) and we walk around, go down to the water and than go and get lunch, I end up ordering a beer, while we get lunch. He doesnt order anything of the such and I have to admit for minute I think am I an alocholic?
We walk all along the coast of monterey and we talk about a variety of things, and eventually it starts to drizzle, I just smile I dont care its raining. we get back to my room, and i keep flipping threw Tv Channels one of the things thats great is when you live in the broke stone age of me, I dont have cable so when its on and around and I am thrilled. I realize last night one of the shows I have to admit, and shamefully admit I miss is cheaters. But eventually, one things leads to another thing, and im testing the logic that i dont believe in; The best way to get over an Ex is to get under someone new.
I dont believe this, so eventually we cuddle. I think I might be the most pathetic lady around, only because I live for cuddling. And you leave and you say you'll return but you dont, and its because they wont let you. so I order pizza and sit in my Pjmas and skype with NJ whose 3 hours ahead. I dont know live journal, why do I feel all these crazy feelings. Why? Why does rich tell me in the car ride to the airport he saw my ex making out with the bartender at his favorite bar. Why do I even care? I feel like recently my diologue has been filled with a lot of Whys? and I dont know....
I dont know, but right now I am going to adventure the acquirium and spend a few hours there.
Cioa!
I called my mom before the tiny plane takes off, I tell her about having to walk up the stairs to get on the plane and that If this small toy looking plane went down, that this was my last known location. The man behind me is not amused, he under his breathe calls me a Drama Queen, I hear it and of course i shake my head from side to side so that my blonde hair is just casscading around me and I try to keep up my Movie Star Additutude, However this all a fascade.
I finally land after the worlds shortest flight, I dont even get a picture of the window of the plane like I had on my Previous 5 hours flight to, Instead I wobble off, Heels and all and walk into the worlds smallest airport. And I wait to see Dave, I sit down and I call my mom. My mom threwout this trip has become a security blanket, The best Kind. I dont call Christina, Or Dee, Or Rich or anyone, because no one can save me, I am here by myself, sitting in the airport waiting, Nervously waiting, standing in heels and getting werid looks from airport security. Finally Dave comes, And were off, we get into a cab and get to my hotel. I check in and put my luggage down which weighs a ton ( How do little girl clothes, weigh so much? ) and we walk around, go down to the water and than go and get lunch, I end up ordering a beer, while we get lunch. He doesnt order anything of the such and I have to admit for minute I think am I an alocholic?
We walk all along the coast of monterey and we talk about a variety of things, and eventually it starts to drizzle, I just smile I dont care its raining. we get back to my room, and i keep flipping threw Tv Channels one of the things thats great is when you live in the broke stone age of me, I dont have cable so when its on and around and I am thrilled. I realize last night one of the shows I have to admit, and shamefully admit I miss is cheaters. But eventually, one things leads to another thing, and im testing the logic that i dont believe in; The best way to get over an Ex is to get under someone new.
I dont believe this, so eventually we cuddle. I think I might be the most pathetic lady around, only because I live for cuddling. And you leave and you say you'll return but you dont, and its because they wont let you. so I order pizza and sit in my Pjmas and skype with NJ whose 3 hours ahead. I dont know live journal, why do I feel all these crazy feelings. Why? Why does rich tell me in the car ride to the airport he saw my ex making out with the bartender at his favorite bar. Why do I even care? I feel like recently my diologue has been filled with a lot of Whys? and I dont know....
I dont know, but right now I am going to adventure the acquirium and spend a few hours there.
Cioa!