Chpt. 22: In Which Much Was Made Known of Certain Players
I'm sad.
Tonight has seemed to be pretty much a bust, aside from seeing some cute doggie pictures.
I talked to Angela for a few minutes after I got home. I wish I understood why she ditched me. I don't know if that'd make it hurt any less, but at least I'd know. She still wants to be friends, but I'm becoming less convinced that that's possible. Before we were romantically involved, she once made the comment that best friends can't be lovers or roommates. It just doesn't work that way. She may have been right. Considering that we were best friends, lovers, and had made plans for her to move in with me, I guess we botched it on all counts.
I love her to death, though I'm not really in love with her at the moment (if that makes any sense).
What I really want out of life is to find someone who can love me the way I love them. Sappy, I know. But for better or worse, I didn't grow up on religion, I grew up on fairy-tales of all sorts. I don't know that that's a particularly realistic goal to have at this point.
Whenever I appear to be down, it's probably because I'm feeling lonely. *shrug* So it goes.
(Have you ever read Slaughterhouse Five by Kurt Vonnegut? I luff that book.)
...maybe I need a puppy?
Or to get laid? Maybe by Jenna Jameson?
Ooh... what if Jenna banged me and bought me a puppy? How much would that rock?
Though I'd still rather have a real girlfriend to love and be happy with and stuff. And have hot sex with when the time was right. ;-)
I'm sleepy. I should go to bed and pretend to sleep.
Tonight has seemed to be pretty much a bust, aside from seeing some cute doggie pictures.
I talked to Angela for a few minutes after I got home. I wish I understood why she ditched me. I don't know if that'd make it hurt any less, but at least I'd know. She still wants to be friends, but I'm becoming less convinced that that's possible. Before we were romantically involved, she once made the comment that best friends can't be lovers or roommates. It just doesn't work that way. She may have been right. Considering that we were best friends, lovers, and had made plans for her to move in with me, I guess we botched it on all counts.
I love her to death, though I'm not really in love with her at the moment (if that makes any sense).
What I really want out of life is to find someone who can love me the way I love them. Sappy, I know. But for better or worse, I didn't grow up on religion, I grew up on fairy-tales of all sorts. I don't know that that's a particularly realistic goal to have at this point.
Whenever I appear to be down, it's probably because I'm feeling lonely. *shrug* So it goes.
(Have you ever read Slaughterhouse Five by Kurt Vonnegut? I luff that book.)
...maybe I need a puppy?
Or to get laid? Maybe by Jenna Jameson?
Ooh... what if Jenna banged me and bought me a puppy? How much would that rock?
Though I'd still rather have a real girlfriend to love and be happy with and stuff. And have hot sex with when the time was right. ;-)
I'm sleepy. I should go to bed and pretend to sleep.
posted by Tiergan at 10:15 PM
6 Comments:
love dies and leaves some icky carnage...speaking of, the owner of the buc cane into my bar and told me it is okay for me to come back-I didn't know about the guy's health problems...and he's in a better place now...The guy I heckled died.
I'm sorry to hear that.
Hm. Had someone told you not to come back?
nobody told me not to...but I felt so guilty...lets go saturday night...lets play...even tomorrow night...I'm downtown til tuesday i think...
do you like oysters?
as far as lovers and friends go...it is painful...it is the worst case scenario and it never works out...i lost my best friend in the whole world after we dated,then broke up...it was the best sex ever...sigh...but I would trade it all just to have him back...if he called me tomorrow I would pack my bags...when i think about him my heart hurts
Only downtown until Tuesday? Leaving for good?
Call me when ya gets a chance. We'll make plans to play. ;-)
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