I beg your Pardon, I never promised you a rose garden...
I decided to go to a coworker's wedding with my girl. I had the worst day of work ever, little sleep and didn't really feel like going but I had a strong feeling I should. (I think maybe it planted some cutesey feelings within the both of us).
We backtracked to the car a couple of times so I could cure my headache with a cigarette and get away from the screaming kids. As we walked through the rose garden each time, I'd stop and take a sniff. I told her how all it takes it 5 seconds out of your day to stop long enough to smell the roses. Everyone's in such a hurry sometimes. So on the way back to the reception, she sniffs a rose. We're sitting there at the table and I notice some pollen on her nose ^_^ how cute.
As we were leaving the gorgeous wedding, we were walking with Oma and Opa. Opa veers away through the rose garden again, singing those lyrics, "I beg your pardon, I never promised you a rose garden." He's the cutest old man I ever laid my eyes on.
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Feeling a bit ADD today, so many things to write, so different of topics.
Kim backed out on me again. I had drawn up a tattoo that we were going to do matching tats of. Two interlocking hearts, drawn within my style. She has meant a lot to me for so many years. I don't get it though, She treats me like shit and I still answer to her beckon call. She is pretty close to having drawn the last straw. I don't feel like talking to her. She broke up with her boyfriend for the 65th time and I finally talked her into coming to wendover with me. To let go, let lose, let live. It only took about 8 phone calls.
She calls me from Lava (where her "ex" boyfriend retreated to)...drunk as fuck, and I'm sitting at home waiting for her to come hang out and sleepover so we can leave for the Dover. "I will try to be back tomorrow by noon." "Try hard, I really want you to go....I really...really...really want you to go." "TaNi, when have I ever let you down?" "........several times." "Ditto" "Kim, our friendship isn't some sort of competition." "I'll be there bitch." *click*
She calls me back 1 bottle of liquor later.
"I won't be able to go." "That's fine." *I click*
I sent her a text another 2/3 of a bottle later, "I can't believe I was going to scar myself with you..."
I think this friendship has maxed itself out. I'm finally getting my eyes open to the fact that I can give give give, and never receive again. I've deemed her title "best friend" for the past nine years when others were more deserving. Heh. I'm a fucking retard.
kk, peace out, I'm headed to Wendover to try my luck again. The bright side of all this is...I get to be with my girl. I have her all to myself for the next 3 days. I don't need selfish friends or this bad attitude I've been having. I just need to stop and smell the roses.
We backtracked to the car a couple of times so I could cure my headache with a cigarette and get away from the screaming kids. As we walked through the rose garden each time, I'd stop and take a sniff. I told her how all it takes it 5 seconds out of your day to stop long enough to smell the roses. Everyone's in such a hurry sometimes. So on the way back to the reception, she sniffs a rose. We're sitting there at the table and I notice some pollen on her nose ^_^ how cute.
As we were leaving the gorgeous wedding, we were walking with Oma and Opa. Opa veers away through the rose garden again, singing those lyrics, "I beg your pardon, I never promised you a rose garden." He's the cutest old man I ever laid my eyes on.
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Feeling a bit ADD today, so many things to write, so different of topics.
Kim backed out on me again. I had drawn up a tattoo that we were going to do matching tats of. Two interlocking hearts, drawn within my style. She has meant a lot to me for so many years. I don't get it though, She treats me like shit and I still answer to her beckon call. She is pretty close to having drawn the last straw. I don't feel like talking to her. She broke up with her boyfriend for the 65th time and I finally talked her into coming to wendover with me. To let go, let lose, let live. It only took about 8 phone calls.
She calls me from Lava (where her "ex" boyfriend retreated to)...drunk as fuck, and I'm sitting at home waiting for her to come hang out and sleepover so we can leave for the Dover. "I will try to be back tomorrow by noon." "Try hard, I really want you to go....I really...really...really want you to go." "TaNi, when have I ever let you down?" "........several times." "Ditto" "Kim, our friendship isn't some sort of competition." "I'll be there bitch." *click*
She calls me back 1 bottle of liquor later.
"I won't be able to go." "That's fine." *I click*
I sent her a text another 2/3 of a bottle later, "I can't believe I was going to scar myself with you..."
I think this friendship has maxed itself out. I'm finally getting my eyes open to the fact that I can give give give, and never receive again. I've deemed her title "best friend" for the past nine years when others were more deserving. Heh. I'm a fucking retard.
kk, peace out, I'm headed to Wendover to try my luck again. The bright side of all this is...I get to be with my girl. I have her all to myself for the next 3 days. I don't need selfish friends or this bad attitude I've been having. I just need to stop and smell the roses.