mind the gap

18 January 2006

Laura's home! I missed her so much these last few weeks while they were away.

The removal company is coming to get my stuff on the 30th. You have no idea how tempting it is to stay here until Feb. 15th and torture DEADTOME by sitting around and doing not a damn thing. He did a not-so-nice, asshole-ish thing to me today. He left a note for Spiderman on the coffee table, inviting him to the dinner he's cooking next door. It was left out so I saw it and I'm obviously not welcome to attend.

Seriously. Is this 9th grade?


I'm having 'Sweet Valley High' flashbacks. Only with uglier people and no invitations to the prom.

Quit complaining about the fact that I quit my job, that I'm free from pergatory, that I have time and money to travel. And while you're at it DEADTOME, cut your hair and grow up. You aren't in university any more.

mind the gap