Sunday, February 29, 2004
*why can't we not be sober? i just want to start this over. why can't we drink forever? i just want to start things over.
i am just a worthless liar. i am just an imbecile. i will only complicate you. trust in me and fall as well. i will find a center in you. i will chew it up and leave, i will work to elevate you just enough to bring you down.
trust me...*
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work was uneventful today. there was alright conversation, but the whole scene was bad. lots of 5-8% tips. bleh. i made like $67. pathetic. came home, candace was here. so we finished watching season two of queer as folk. then that 70's show. now im watching snl. i havent really felt like doing anything tonight or talking to anyone. ive had my away message on the whole time, despite the fact that i was sitting in front of the computer.
and then there you were. it was almost 9, and the little envelope popped up on my phone.. i was convinced it must be a voicemail, but no, it was short mail.. so then i convinced myself it was bart or kim or ryan. but it was you! YOU! you said "hey. i woke up at 4 am thinking of you.." i think i glared at the screen... every time im almost convinced i hate you, you go and be all adorable like. so i replied simply, "good things?" it seemed like forever before i heard back from you, maybe it was half hour or forty five minutes. you said "not so much things. just you. i guess thats good right. so i cuddled with my sleeping bag." *sigh* i asked if the sleeping bag was a better cuddler than me.. no response. a bit ago, i said "haha ill take that as a yes.. but i hope im a close second hehe. think im gonna pass out. been a long day. sweet dreams, xo." no response. so who knows. maybe its just another game, another ploy to ensure that ill be around when you wake up wanting me..
anyway. im seriously exhausted. think ill jot some shit down in my paper journal, and then maybe read a little before i call lights out. snl is a repeat, so no incentive to stay up.. night..
i am just a worthless liar. i am just an imbecile. i will only complicate you. trust in me and fall as well. i will find a center in you. i will chew it up and leave, i will work to elevate you just enough to bring you down.
trust me...*
tool
work was uneventful today. there was alright conversation, but the whole scene was bad. lots of 5-8% tips. bleh. i made like $67. pathetic. came home, candace was here. so we finished watching season two of queer as folk. then that 70's show. now im watching snl. i havent really felt like doing anything tonight or talking to anyone. ive had my away message on the whole time, despite the fact that i was sitting in front of the computer.
and then there you were. it was almost 9, and the little envelope popped up on my phone.. i was convinced it must be a voicemail, but no, it was short mail.. so then i convinced myself it was bart or kim or ryan. but it was you! YOU! you said "hey. i woke up at 4 am thinking of you.." i think i glared at the screen... every time im almost convinced i hate you, you go and be all adorable like. so i replied simply, "good things?" it seemed like forever before i heard back from you, maybe it was half hour or forty five minutes. you said "not so much things. just you. i guess thats good right. so i cuddled with my sleeping bag." *sigh* i asked if the sleeping bag was a better cuddler than me.. no response. a bit ago, i said "haha ill take that as a yes.. but i hope im a close second hehe. think im gonna pass out. been a long day. sweet dreams, xo." no response. so who knows. maybe its just another game, another ploy to ensure that ill be around when you wake up wanting me..
anyway. im seriously exhausted. think ill jot some shit down in my paper journal, and then maybe read a little before i call lights out. snl is a repeat, so no incentive to stay up.. night..
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