violently

I've decided that my "date" did not count considering I was a) drunk, b) out with a douchebag, and c) ended up crying. In fact, I am just going to pretend I never went out at all. Where was I instead? I was taking a bath, reading my book, and sleeping. Yes.

I called Derek this morning after I got off work and left him a message inviting him to my friend's party this weekend. Yay if he shows up, and yay if he doesn't because that means I can go on the prowl to make out with someone. Hopefully a girl. Is it so wrong to want to cuddle and kiss someone soft that smells nice and is pretty and has sweater cows for me to rest my head upon?

Edit @ 3:30- Jeff (said douche from my now non-date) just called and invited me to his softball game and then dinner afterwards. Today is one day I am grateful I have to go to anger management.

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Tomorrow it will have been one month. This is the longest we have ever been broken up and not seen each other. I miss him, I'm not going to lie.

I was supposed to go see jerkface on Monday to get my stuff, but he told me not to come get it because he didn't want to see me. So I said fine, call me when you're free, in which case I bet I will never see my stuff again. He is such a fucking jerk. And I still love him. I'm retarded.

I have to go to anger management tonight. I want to go to the strip club instead. I suppose if I do anything I should hit the gym since all week I have been too depressed to leave my house for very long, which translates to no gym, but I haven't really been eating so I guess that's ok. Or something.

Things I should really go do in the near future:

Go to an al-anon meeting
Go to church
Go see my psychic
Go to the gym and kick my own ass
Go out with the girls and only the girls
and lastly,
Go to the beach and skate.

We'll see if I actually get the balls up to leave the house and go do any of this shit before the end of the weekend. I'm betting on probably.

In other news, I love my wife and I wish she was here so we could cuddle and go do girly stuff together and talk shit and kick ass. Someone make me a teleporter.

Now, tell me about yourselves.

P.S.

LISTEN

P.P.S. I think I am getting my stuff on Sunday.