Liverpool is a lonely place on a Saturday night.

(The next line of course being "And it's only Thursday morning.")


I keep meaning to write this short thing, but then I'm too damn tired and it sucks. Dave's being all pissy and snapping at me for things that aren't my fault (like his iLife 05 being damaged in shipping and so he can't use GarageBand2) and generally actin emo and tired.
What the fuck. I'm the one who works for a living around here.
Eugh, so today's TO DO list includes growing a backbone and breaking up with him, which will certainly make D&D awkward on Monday. YAY

Yeah, so he's been in this really weird mood lately, almost as if he's me.
It kind of sucks.

The End

Well that's it really, that's the end and it's over and it went better thna I though but why do I feel so bad?
Apparently I'm only allowed to hate myself for about a week, which has already started. I took down the Hedwig wall today, slept a lot, had coffee with my dad. Rob held me while I cried and then he sent me home (we broke up just before I was supposed to work ) so I feel bad for him a bunch ... no Liz and Enrique Closing Club this week, sigh. I should have stayed, it might have been better.

Called Alex and Drew, haven't called Absis, but I gave back my cell so I no longer have his number.
I was feeling like maybe it was a mistake but I know it's not - it was just so comfortable. I just feel like they all hate me now, Dave and his mom and Clippy and Asiah and the cats and EVERYONE, which I know isn't true, but it should be.

Robert Smith

( As the man says - Stop loving me. I am none of these things. )

Well, that really is the end then. It's sad because it's uncomfortable at best. But sometimes we do uncomfortable things. We have to.