talk to the hand
2002-11-18 at 5:38 p.m.

Oh my dear wicked-sezzy , so frustrating to be un-made-out with. I feel the same way. Last Friday I got the blues around 3pm and all I wnted to do was come home and down the bottle of Stoli that has been empty since last week. So I went to town and went out with my old friend Liza. geez I miss her. Haven't been out with her since I met Ryan. Long time over do. And we DID over do it.

Ended up at a cowboy bar and danced the night away. She met a guy, and I met his friend (who turned out to be prick of the century). So I came home...alone. And then went to New Mexico to go shopping on Saturday with a flaming hangover, and not a lot of cash in the pockets. I shopped til I almost dropped. But could find nothing for ME. but my bunny kitty got a new toy adn I bought stuff for the girl party happening at my house this Friday. No, not the girl party in the "we all get together and get naked" sense of the word (and I wouldn't with ANY of these girls invited. Although I almost did with liza last year. But that's another story. One that you would be able to read IF ANDREW WOULD RESPOND TO ME EMAIL and help me get the frickin archive page going again. Thanks to all that emailed or signed my guestbook to help. (in other words NO ONE).

So the girl party will be an ecclectic mix of my female friends I have met since living here (sans the lesbians I know). Should be a good time. And yes, finally...company at the trailer estate.

So before Liza and I got to the cowboy bar on Friday I ran into the girl no, person, who was Ryans Motel 6 while we were together. So much for his lies of sleeping in his truck. I know the truth now. I think that is why I have been so blue lately. Geez, I thin I am over him and SHE pops up to confirm he fucked her. She says "But he said you weren't together anymore". Ummmm, scuze me, does the fact that we are LIVING together mean anything to you, you whore? But I am dealing with it nicely. And I did that night too. No cat fights, just honesty and bitchiness. Loved it. She put her tail between her legs and moved to the back of the bar. good thing she didn't run into me 2 hours later. I would have ripped a new hole in that gap-toothed bitch.

Oh...the revenge plots I have created in my head. Only if I could actually go thorugh with ONE of them i would be a hapy girl. I think I watch too many thriller movies.

So, the story of my life... broke (but trying), un-made-out with (but still trying) and ready to confront Ryan (but still won't give him the satisfaction). I AM selling my washer and dryer which happens to still be at the old place (his place). And soon I will retrieve my bed (still at his place). I have been thinkng of doing the internet dating thing again, just for some entertainment. But shit, they all cost money nowadays.

I guess I wil continue dating the hand. At least I can get it whenever I want and it doesn't give me grief or stay out all night!