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Friday, 4pm.
I just got off the phone with a lovely Verizon representative.
"Do you feel I provided you with superior service?"
Yeah right.
They had to have my past due balance tabulated by NASA engineer whilst they kept me on hold, just to tell me how much I need to give them up front, before they could assign me a new phone number. I wouldn't mind so much if it wasn't for the fact that I'm immediately switching to MCI the second the line is active.
The last few weeks have past with a great deal of stress and drama, but for prosperity's sake, I'm not going to go into it here. Break ups are bad, break ups with someone you have such a history with are much worse. I can't seem to shake the inferiority complex I've hit recently. Living in a near-condemned rat-trap doesn't seem to make things any easier.
She called today, one of our animals died. I hadn't heard from her in a week, since I got the last of my belongings out of the apartment. It was civil, but I still didn't need to hear about her new boyfriend or anything else. She's completely over me, and onto better things apparently, while I'm still here trying to figure out how these pieces fit back together. However, it's my problem, not hers.
Unpacking is a whole different issue. It's really driving home exactly how this girl really feels about me. I've found everything I gave her for Christmas, as well as our books..
When I was off in Seattle playing a show many moons ago, she decided to buy a journal and we'd keep it as a love-letter book. We would write each other back and forth in it, and we eventually filled two whole books. Whenever either of us were down, they'd provide the reaffirmation we'd need. I had thought she'd at least want to keep one, but both were thrown into a bag with reptile supplies.
There are many things I wish I'd done differently, but I can't say that I didn't try to make things right.
Anyway, this is reality, take it or leave it.
I just got off the phone with a lovely Verizon representative.
"Do you feel I provided you with superior service?"
Yeah right.
They had to have my past due balance tabulated by NASA engineer whilst they kept me on hold, just to tell me how much I need to give them up front, before they could assign me a new phone number. I wouldn't mind so much if it wasn't for the fact that I'm immediately switching to MCI the second the line is active.
The last few weeks have past with a great deal of stress and drama, but for prosperity's sake, I'm not going to go into it here. Break ups are bad, break ups with someone you have such a history with are much worse. I can't seem to shake the inferiority complex I've hit recently. Living in a near-condemned rat-trap doesn't seem to make things any easier.
She called today, one of our animals died. I hadn't heard from her in a week, since I got the last of my belongings out of the apartment. It was civil, but I still didn't need to hear about her new boyfriend or anything else. She's completely over me, and onto better things apparently, while I'm still here trying to figure out how these pieces fit back together. However, it's my problem, not hers.
Unpacking is a whole different issue. It's really driving home exactly how this girl really feels about me. I've found everything I gave her for Christmas, as well as our books..
When I was off in Seattle playing a show many moons ago, she decided to buy a journal and we'd keep it as a love-letter book. We would write each other back and forth in it, and we eventually filled two whole books. Whenever either of us were down, they'd provide the reaffirmation we'd need. I had thought she'd at least want to keep one, but both were thrown into a bag with reptile supplies.
There are many things I wish I'd done differently, but I can't say that I didn't try to make things right.
Anyway, this is reality, take it or leave it.