So just for giggles, I called my friendly neighborhood BMW dealer to find out how much a new hood would cost me. $995! That's it! Of course, I'd have to pay to have it installed (thanks, but I don't want the headache of aligning it and shit) and painted. But fuck, that's not the exorbitant price I expected....
I pick up Dawn tonight.... I'm gonna try to go into the week with an open mind and see what happens, rather than letting my current notion that this is a dead end become a self-fulfilling prophecy.
13.5 hours of community service down....
Jane called Saturday. There was this boy who had been the love of her life a decade ago. He got in touch with her recently and asked her to come to New Orleans to see him. She got there and professed her love for him. He told her that he couldn't deal and ASKED HER TO GO BACK HOME! Dud, WTF did you invite her in the first place?! Since it was only one more day before she was supposed to head back anyway, she went to a hotel. That was where she called me from, crying herself into a migraine. I talked to her for about an hour trying to convince her that she's not a loser. Then she called again Sunday after she got into Atlanta and started driving home. She was crying again, so we talked for another hour, and she told me she has no hope left. So I told her to read some Zen, that hope is just a manifestation of desire, and that it is desire that makes us unhappy. That losing hope is not a bad thing. I don't know if she bought it.
I finally told her about the DUI. I didn't want to, because I didn't want to lose her respect. But I finally forced it out. It gave us something to talk about to take her mind off her woes.
I hope (oops) that everybody out there's doing well. I've been a bit depressed, but I feel myself coming out of it a mite. Thanks for being my friends.
I pick up Dawn tonight.... I'm gonna try to go into the week with an open mind and see what happens, rather than letting my current notion that this is a dead end become a self-fulfilling prophecy.
13.5 hours of community service down....
Jane called Saturday. There was this boy who had been the love of her life a decade ago. He got in touch with her recently and asked her to come to New Orleans to see him. She got there and professed her love for him. He told her that he couldn't deal and ASKED HER TO GO BACK HOME! Dud, WTF did you invite her in the first place?! Since it was only one more day before she was supposed to head back anyway, she went to a hotel. That was where she called me from, crying herself into a migraine. I talked to her for about an hour trying to convince her that she's not a loser. Then she called again Sunday after she got into Atlanta and started driving home. She was crying again, so we talked for another hour, and she told me she has no hope left. So I told her to read some Zen, that hope is just a manifestation of desire, and that it is desire that makes us unhappy. That losing hope is not a bad thing. I don't know if she bought it.
I finally told her about the DUI. I didn't want to, because I didn't want to lose her respect. But I finally forced it out. It gave us something to talk about to take her mind off her woes.
I hope (oops) that everybody out there's doing well. I've been a bit depressed, but I feel myself coming out of it a mite. Thanks for being my friends.
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