Blah.Yesterday I could have written a big entry reminding you readers that you can also send me hate mail at the same diaryland address you would send love to and I won't be upset. Come on, I dare you. I could have told you to be brave enough to email it to my face or just be quiet about it. I could have ranted on about how I've already apologized and taken responsibility four months ago. I then could have told you you're kind of behind the times and that if you want to say mean stuff about me, Frucon 5/three months ago would have been perfect and well within your statute of limitations; so stop. Then I would have finished it off by reminding you how you shouldn't care anyways because you're in no position to do so. It's not like you were involved. Lastly, I'd have probably said something to the effect of this being the last you'll hear from me on this issue. But that was what I would have said yesterday. Today is a new day and I've moved on.
I got to put my car in the shop yesterday. Turns out they found a dead fieldmouse in the chewed up air filter left over from the mouse houses that were found when my car was serviced in January. They're going to replace the CV joints and then call me at noon. I also got a call back from the supermarket but I don't like the sound of cleaning up machinery in the deli department. I'm starting to get desperate for work cause I need the cash and the funds are down low.
I need an outlet. Once I get my car back, I'm going back up to the lake to read and write again. I started reworking this story I haven't looked at since I went out with exDave about this drug addict. I'm trying to find the right angle so that it doesn't turn into the run of the mill drug addiction story. My luck it will cause over the last few months my ideas have just lulled.
Short message to Ellen: I'm planning on driving to Albany some time in August and I will have my car on campus from this semester forward. You and I must see each other so my scalp massages can help. I miss you. You do rock :)
