"wake up every day that would be a start, i would not complain of my wounded heart. just wait 'till tomorrow. i guess that's what they all say just before they fall apart"
hmm wounded heart. i would say that's a good description. not broken. i mean what he did was pretty bad, knocked me down for a good...long...time. but i wasn't completely falling to pieces? was i? no no...and i wonder which "him" im refering to now. both of them. bah. boys are evil.
g3, hurry up and wake up so i can gripe (liz's word) with you more and more about how our lives are horrible and how your relationship and how my non existant relationship could improve so we can finally be happy. i think the day will end when we have a sleepover and the words exchanged are as follows "hm...i like my life and im pretty happy" "yea..same. hm...sleep then?" "okay". no more staying till 3 moaning about life and then eating and then telling secrets to someone that would probably be better untold. well not necessarily in that order and the eating part could be done sporadically.
im sure if he was there, everything would be better but the world doesn't change and only dents can be made and i don't have enough energy to do that and i have a headache now cause i know i haven't slept enough.
company lunch today! pasta! let's all go frolic tonight and pretend life can be exciting somehow. we're not boring. we're bored because we lead boring lives. maybe we're just not spontaneous enough. but last night was fun :) jackie chan reminds me of my dad...except really really rich. i bet if i were his age, i'd totally be gushing over him. do old people "gush"...
lol stop wasting ur time reading this.
g2: i think i left my contact solution in your bathroom. can u check please and call me! i need my solution.
-g1