Nov 17, 2006 02:02
Me and Sheena decided that we need to be stoned to watch Borat in order to enjoy it to the fullest.
On the walk back we were being followed by a white worn out van. I should have been suspicious and cautious. Instead my mind was else where. Simon and me were having our first "whatever" fight. You know the kind where someone mutters "whatever" and the other person goes "what does that mean", and than no one ends up seeing each other. These kinds of fights suck especially when : you miss the person, you look hott, you hate arguing because you suck at it, hate getting upset with the other person, hate looking like the dumbass that is yelling into their cellphone.
I dunno...there is just drama where there shouldn't be any drama.
I'm letting the ivory doves fly tonight. I sent him a message basically letting him now that if he's over it (like he claims he is) and if I'm over it (which is how I never win anything) then there is nothing to worry about.
Now if he can only stop denying to himself that he likes me, because he definately does,
Tomorrow I hope for drug binges and if not, I hope for my HW to be done!