Friday, August 15
drunk blogging
and i mean the kind where i think my laoptop monitor is a touch screen. it ain't pretty. i had my four beers and came homne to my four pills and i am feeling liek wwriting a thing or two. first, i have not heard from mister wonderful. not once since the fight about money. i have not tried to contact him. but he has not tried to contact me either., abnd this scares me. what if he never does. can i get through tyhat> am i maybe just deludung myself into handling the presen t because i think a call from him will take me back to the past? i don't know. i just know how badly i wanted to contact him tonight. and i doubt he feels the same.
Secondly, i want to talk about donn'ys girlfriuend, Amy. She is amazing. She has done so much for him, just getting him out of nthe downward spiral he was in for so long after moving here. he really loves her and he has made real changes in his life for her. people CAN change, if they have the right reason, and they really WANT to.
I sang a song for John tonight. I sang :"Hollaback Girl" complete with hand motions like we always did in Stueys car at Quick Trip. I miss those times.
I find myself several times trying to compose a text to the ex... but the I overrule myself with the fact that I don't want to know if he has another girl. He still hasn't asked about the kids,. Call me names, call me fat, whatever, but don't write my kids oiff like you never knew them. How can someone be so insensitive. Oh wells.
So okay, I have to open tomorrow at my store, Towne East Square, Aeropostale, big sales, friends and family sale 30% off your entire purchase. Only if you caome in between 10 and 5 can I give you these huge discounts. Okay? So come see me and make me feel likie someone gives a crap about how I'm doing.
Thanks, sorry for the drunk typing. Love you.
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