This morning I woke up from a dead sleep. Bolted up is more like it. Exactly 9 minutes before my alarm clock. Which is the amount of time between each push of the snooze button. Coincidence? I think not.
Well, I think the roomie will never change her mind about the boy. She says they are broken up right now. But I know they still talk. I know she's thinking of getting back together with him some time. Even though she told me to run her over with a car if she ever got back together. And back over her a few times. Which I still plan to do. Seriously.
It kills me to see her do this. I don't think she realizes how many people she's hurting when she does this. Including herself. Someone asked her the other night "How much of his shit are you going to take?" She simply replied with "All of it." It makes me sad. After talking with a good friend of hers for a while a few nights ago, I was crying. It's almost too much.
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Then Wes and I were talking last night, and things were going great, we were both in good moods, and it was a lot of fun. Until I was trying to tell him a story and he kept interrupting me with all the asinine things that he was saying. Which pissed me off because I hate being interrupted. It is something that is bound to piss me off real quick. And I'd told him before. So the mood went downhill from there. But, we got to talking about how we seem to be fighting an awful lot, and how that's probably not the best thing for our relationship. I agreed to stop trying to correct him and to stop telling him ne needs a new job if he'd stop interrupting me in the middle of stories. We're both going to try to change some little behaviors so that we're not grouching at eachother as much as we are. I think we'll be okay. I think we just need to see eachother. Things are always better when we see eachother. I asked if I could get some time off in August for when he comes over, and they said that was more than likely possible.
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Thank God for small favors. While talking on the phone last night with Wes, my battery died. So I just plugged my phone in, but the phone stayed turned off 'til I turned it on this morning. Phil had called me at 2 in the morning, 3am his time, and left me a weird payphone message. If my phone had been on and I'd had to answer it, I would have been royally pissed.
I'm watching 2 cats stalk eachother in the back yard right now...one of them being my cat. He's such a puss. Won't even attack. Just keeps circling the other cat.
But I gotta finish getting ready for work and I need to brush my teethies, so this is it for the morning edition of "It's as simple as something that nobody knows."
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