last night was one of those nights where the timing was just off. i missed phone calls i didn't want to miss, i tried to hang out with people who were already busy, i chose to stick around and wait before getting lonely and bitter and pissed that there was so much to do but that i wasn't doing anything.
i would say that it was my monthly emotional overload... but that's at least a week away.
i saw his truck outside of my pub. i couldn't go in.
they went out, knowing that i was waiting for their call, without me.
i called them back, but they didn't answer.
so i drove around listening to ben harper. then i had a frozen strawberry margarita pity party and fell asleep watching rules of attraction.
no wonder i dreamed about bad sex.
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