Sitting in the morning sun.. I'll be sitting when the evening comes..
I have a shirt that says that, actually. =)
No fair. *pout* S* didn't feel well.. so we didn't go. He promised me last night we could go since today was the last day, and Ashley came in for me like, a half hour earlier than she was supposed to. When I called him when I got off he sounded fine and told me to come home and get ready and he'd swing by and pick me up. Well.. forty five minutes later he wasnt feeling well so I didnt get to go to the fair today after all. There's always next year, right? And I didn't really wanna go that bad, I guess. I was so upset though. He told me the only reason he was going was because I wanted to go so bad (guilt?) So I told him it was okay.. Then at the end of the phone call he was like "I love you" and I said 'bye' and hung up and I guess he took that to be a little bitchy. I asked him to call me back in an hour (he didnt) so I waited another hour and called him, and I was being snarky "I'm sorry" and he told me I should be. *rolls eyes* Sometimes I wonder why I even put up with him, and then he goes and does something sweet.
No, don't go get all excited, he hasnt done anything sweet yet. He told me he'd make it up to me somehow. And somehow, I dont think he can.
ireallywantedtogotothefuckingfair.
Anyhow, it's 8:30, I'm going to bed as I have a killer migraine.
'night