Jun 06, 2008 23:11
What the fucking hell? I was so careful. Always. How did she figure it all out? I don't understand. She's more perceptive than I ever gave her credit for. A few things were a little far-fetched, hell, part of it would have been humorous if I wasn't so god damn terrified and flustered. ... It's just backwards. But still... Ugh. I don't know what to do. I played dumb, but that didn't help things. Now she's blaming her. And that's not right. It's entirely the other way around, but I just wasn't able to admit it to her. I'm scared. I'm thinking about just coming clean with everything... Fuuuuck. What the hell am I supposed to do?
I need to talk to you.
But I'm still scared.
On an upside, I have House season three. Just need the first two now. I'm bummed they weren't at the store. I should have just let my dad give me money. By the way, the Twilight scene from the movie looks totally kickass. I'm excited. Can't wait to make Twilight cookies like our House cookies. Cassie and Sheila are home finally as well. Woot! Last night I hung out with Cody, Sheila, Kara, Cody Tharp, and Suzi. But then Suzi and her boy toy went to go have sex, so me and Cody and Sheila went to Walmart then watched Top Gun, a surprisingly fun movie (to make fun of). Take my breath awaaay.... XD Anyway, Cody Tharp seems like a pretty cool guy. I've never talked to him that much, but I did last night, and it's really too bad he's moving away. He's a good guy. Poor Suzi is going to get her heart broken again.
Oh my god, my effing leg is doing that throbbing-straining thing again. I'm laying on my bed and it's doing it. It was acting up a little at work but it really hurts right now (cause that makes sense). I guess I rather it hurt like fuck at home rather than when I'm doing something important at work (especially since I can't sit down there). Grrr...it's hard to type with one hand and try and massage my damn leg with the other. I'm failing. I give up. It's probably going to keep me up all night again. Stupid, effing leg...
Ugh, I'm tired. I think maybe it's time to go to bed. I don't feel like watching the season four finale of House. It's just too painfully sad.
I want to write something.
“There is no greater pain than to remember, in our present grief, past happiness.” Dante Alighieri