Im listening to the sad songs on purpose
Starting with the thing thats on my mind right now:
Today I went to IHOP with HotsiePototsie#1 and as we ran to the car on the way out my celly dropped out of my pocket and the glass cracked all to hell, but the phone itself isn't damaged, and I can resurrect the ericsson whenever I want, so Im holding tight to the Motorola for a little while longer and then I think Imma follow Hotpot's example and buy a blackberry pearl (but I'll guard mine with my LIFE) --Oh and I went over on my text messages this month--that means more than 1,000--What the fuck? Im a god.
I read Senior Kraatz's LJ, and spoke to him on the matters mentioned therein, and I agree wholeheartedly.
So this entry is going to private, that is to say: only available to a few people to see, which is why Im saying any of this:
Krista and Lindsay broke up, and I was there, in the car as it happened, and it was very awkward, but Im not going to lie: It was interesting to me to watch. I mean, it was a horrible situation for both of them, and I feel bad (esp. for Krista) but at the same time I feel like it's very rare that anyone gets to be third party to something like that, and the writer in me couldn't help but observe and take note.
I didn't get really sad about it until just a few moments ago, actually. And I realized how entirely unlike my breakup with Denise their end is.
Such is life.
Today I went to IHOP with HotsiePototsie#1 and as we ran to the car on the way out my celly dropped out of my pocket and the glass cracked all to hell, but the phone itself isn't damaged, and I can resurrect the ericsson whenever I want, so Im holding tight to the Motorola for a little while longer and then I think Imma follow Hotpot's example and buy a blackberry pearl (but I'll guard mine with my LIFE) --Oh and I went over on my text messages this month--that means more than 1,000--What the fuck? Im a god.
I read Senior Kraatz's LJ, and spoke to him on the matters mentioned therein, and I agree wholeheartedly.
So this entry is going to private, that is to say: only available to a few people to see, which is why Im saying any of this:
Krista and Lindsay broke up, and I was there, in the car as it happened, and it was very awkward, but Im not going to lie: It was interesting to me to watch. I mean, it was a horrible situation for both of them, and I feel bad (esp. for Krista) but at the same time I feel like it's very rare that anyone gets to be third party to something like that, and the writer in me couldn't help but observe and take note.
I didn't get really sad about it until just a few moments ago, actually. And I realized how entirely unlike my breakup with Denise their end is.
Such is life.