Life Is Just What Happens To You...When You're Busy Making Other Plans

I must be a damn psychic.

Remember when I said that those plans wouldn't go down???
WELL.
Thhhheyyyy didn't.

His cute little Facebook status' keeps saying "KO'd: tangerine dream". I wish I cared enough to write "PO'd: eric". But then he'd have the upper hand. Whoever cares less, controls the relationship....even though we're not in one...well...friends...ish.

But I'm pretty disappointed. Even though I'm on my period anyways, so it's not like I'd get what I REALLY want. He thinks I go over there for the smoke...but I only do that to get what I really want. I want his laugh, his sarcastic jokes, his goofy insecure statements, the feel of his heart beating too fast, the way he smells, the lingering kisses and the rushed touches. Mmm. THAT'S my favorite part.

So, I'm sure we'll hang out soon. But still. It's never often/soon enough for me. Ever.

I hate that I'm so in love with something that will never go anywhere.

Sigh.


On another note, my ex contacted me. Telling me he's not going to be paying off the rest of the electric bill that we owed on when we lived together. He agreed to do it because my parents, grandma and uncle all chipped in to pay for his doctor's visit because he was randomly passing out and throwing up afterwards. But now that I'm being "such a big bitch"; he's declining to pay it.

I'm the bitch?! I'm. The. Bitch.
Asshole.

And not the cute, charming likeable assholes that I love. He's the bad kind.
He's spent weeks accusing me of being a whore and sleeping around with everyone in town, that all my friends are druggies and he's gonna "bust" us when he gets on with the police department (I pray to God that he doesn't) and that I'm a disappointment to my family. And I haven't done a thing to him but ask him to leave me alone.

I think his exact words were: "You're a bitch. And I can't wait until someone you love...like...ohhhh...let's say....YOUR MOTHER!!!...wakes up and tells you to your face how heartless of a fuckin bitch you are. You treat everyone like shit, you fuckin whore!"

It's sweet really. Definitely Hallmark material.

If I were a violent person...I'd drive by his house, get out and beat his face in.

But I'm not.
Too bad.


I'm finally going to be able to go home tomorrow and not be here at my grandma's. Since Andy went and got wi-fi at the house though; I'll be able to keep up with this blog like I've been doing. Which probably won't matter, because in a month or two I'll prolly slack on this like I do every other journal/diary/blog thing. Maybe not though. People do change....Ha...nevermind.

My aunt had surgery on her arm too. It wasn't that gangrene stuff. It was staph. So they went in and cleaned it and she's back to being her normal complaining self-pitying self. Oh joy. But I do love her. And it's better than her being dead. Which if she doesn't stop drinking mason jars full of beer/whiskey with her pain pills; might be soon.

That's about all I got though.
Yup.

It's back to Dexter. I just started on the series. So far, it's good. I can't decide if Michael C. Hall is cute or not though. It's very borderline. Hmm.