I wrote this out in word last night and then Tony called so I saved it to put in today. Here goes.Just got home from a day of monkeys climbing the limo we took to Six Flags. They ripped off the reflector, mirrors and ate lightbulbs off the coach limo. They smiled all the way while they peed on our window.
You've got to love wild life.
I got some stuff there that certain people will be receiving soon.
I'm having some troubles though because Dave, my exboyfriend, just got in touch with me. He's feeling really lonely because Adrien is going off and making other plans. What gets me is that Dave never got in touch with Adrien concerning real plans for how he wanted his future to go. He never told him for sure that he was or wasn't going to go and rent an apartment with Adrien. Now he's upset because he waited too long and UGH, you know what? Screw this. This isn't the point. I don't know why I'm typing it out for you because it sure as hell isn't important.
What's important is this, he was saying how sorry he was about how things went down between us. After telling him that it was partially my fault too. He's like "I handled it badly and I have no regrets, save that I wish things had been more congenial between us afterwards."
What the fuck do you say to that?
I don't think that I've thought about what happened between us and felt bad about it for a long time and I think that that's a very good thing. But here's Dave apologizing for something he forgave me for months ago. That feels weird.
For today, it doesn't help that I have what appears to be a yeast infection. Doesn't help that a week before my first day on campus, I get a letter from the college telling me that I can rent a fridge two weeks ago if I mail my fucking letter in by AUGUST 15TH. Doesn't help that my grandmother just told me that I don't have enough faith in my father to pick out flowers for my mom's birthday which is today and I can't pay for them by the credit card I gave her because it's run out.
Oh yeah, Happy Birthday Mom. You've always done everything you could to make me happy though you sometimes forget what you should to to make yourself feel the same. Thank you for all of that. You're a goddess.
I need out of this town. I may not want it, but I need it and my mom's bringing back boxes today for me to start packing all of my shit in.
I think I want to start.
