Hi.
i played with my diary a little today. Nothing big . . . just some archiving and i weeded out some entries you might like better than others and put them on the classic page. At least, i like them best or they have some special meaning to me.
Russ and Mary almost broke up the other day. i was on the phone with him for an hour and a half trying to talk him down for the tree he was in over it. Then, Thursday, we called to ask him out to dinner and she was back. Strange. Maybe they need to get back to having some outside hobbies again . . .
Well, Thursday was dinner at Buck 'N' Loons with the Dynamic Duo and we all had a good time. i just love the hell out of the chicken chunks and onion rings!
Friday was a little weird. i had a huge headache and Roni fell asleep in my bed because the boys went out to see Spiderman. Jian says his friend Mike wants to go to The Ranch after the movie, and Angel argued with me forever before agreeing to go in my stead. (We were all supposed to go but Angel gave Roni an impossible ultimatum and someone had to stay home with her since the price was missing the movie.) He said he wanted to be with ME for the evening. i said then go, watch your movie, and come home. He finally said he'd go and i crawled in bed with my headache and a book. Roni crawled in with me.
The next thing i remember i wake up and it's past 11 and he's still not home so i call Jian's phone. Whatever he said pissed me off and i went back to bed. It was a little fuzzy since i wasn't all the way awake.
Then, i wake up again to Angel wandering about the room with a flashlight at 3:30, pissed at me cause the bedroom door was locked. Well, i don't remember doing that, but who knows, i do weird stuff with i'm half-asleep and i WAS pissed at him for not coming home like he said he would.
i dunno. i wanted him to go out and have fun, but then, he made a promise and didn't keep it. And he didn't call to let me know he changed his plans. i was pretty hurt by that. i may not have been so upsetting if i haven't been going to bed alone almost every night for the last month. i don't get to really see him anymore. We don't have any time to be alone together let alone be bad widdle chidrens and pway docta.
And he went to see our favorite strippers without me.
i even got dressed up yesterday in a new dress with heels and makeup . . .
i want to cry with frustration, but i won't.
Life goes on and i can't stop it. i have shit to do today and won't get to be home when he gets here as it is.
Oh, well. "May is Masturbation Month, so go fuck yourself." ~ Bill, a Marn reader
confessed on Saturday, May. 04, 2002