worst fucking day ever.
Barbequed hot dogs and Rum..thank God I found a way to end the night on a good note.
What the hell could I ever have been thinking. We are so so so so so so so not good for eachother. Bad, I believe is the word for it, and this entire day was fucking AWFUL.
I missed the strawberry festival because I thought he would have more fun at the Mets game and I missed the fucking Mets game because A)he can't follow directions. B.) He won't ask for directions and C.) Because he insisted that the game was rained out even when I knew it wasn't, but I could not sit and listen to him for one more second. It's always my damned fault too. ughh jsflkjsfjsdfjslfsld.
I wish I had my damned book.
What the hell could I ever have been thinking. We are so so so so so so so not good for eachother. Bad, I believe is the word for it, and this entire day was fucking AWFUL.
I missed the strawberry festival because I thought he would have more fun at the Mets game and I missed the fucking Mets game because A)he can't follow directions. B.) He won't ask for directions and C.) Because he insisted that the game was rained out even when I knew it wasn't, but I could not sit and listen to him for one more second. It's always my damned fault too. ughh jsflkjsfjsdfjslfsld.
I wish I had my damned book.