meriffic

Ah, sorry. I've been really occupied as of late. NEWSFLASH: Don't mistreat your car. My car was in the shop for a day (I know, a short amount of time.. but my heart felt like it was ripped out of my chest, drizzled with gasoline, then set aflame just like how skin feels when one has a very large rash.) and it was irritating.
I've been working, worrying, and all the normal things that people go through. Talked to Corey for 2 hours last night on the phone, and that was really nice. We even talked about grown-up things like American impact on Sudan, and how our recent crushes were going. His isn't returning his phone calls or emailing him back.. (This is the third time this has happened recently. I asked him, "What the hell are you SAYING to these girls!!?" but I suspect it's his inherent niceness that gets him in trouble. He's the type of guy to send an email the next day if he had a good time with you. It's cute, but some girls don't get that it's not meant to be any type of pressure or anything. ) Mine is non-existant. I don't "crush". Well, maybe I do.. but it's been so long since I have that I don't remember how it feels anymore. Don't get me wrong. I'm not complaning. The last thing I want to do is get on here and whine about things. Anyway, back to Corey: It's messed up how we get along so well. Such opposite people. I talk to people well, and he's shy. He likes politics and when I hear someone say something about trimming the bush deficit I think something else entirely. His music is a bunch of whiny white boys singing about their loves, and my music is classic rock n roll. It's a wonder we ever dated for 2 years. Opposites attract, all right.
Ah well. More torture for my life. Gotta love it. Keep hiding my feelings and pretty soon I'll be as tough as leather. Hard as steel. How lame. I'll be the only robot who can accessorize.