I'm sitting here in the garage watching Two Men And A Truck pack and load all of our shit onto a truck. Flys are landing on me like I'm a fresh piece of shit. I'm writing this post from my phone because the laptop is packed up and I the back of huge truck. My dad thinks they will be done moving us in an hour or two, but I know they won't be done until least four o'clock. So my dad is sure they will be done by two O' clock. He's in a pissy mood because we aren't going to make his totally unrealistic deadline of noon.
I can confidently say I'm over that guy. No more tears, hardly any thoughts except for right now because I'm writing about him. I've thought about what I'm going to do with his birthday gift, and I'm going to send to him in the mail with a bday card. I'm just going to say it was meant for you, no hard feelings. I think that's the grown up thing to do. Maybe I'll apologize for spamming with text and emails the first two days he broke up with me, but didn't tell me and then the two days after he told me that we were no longer in a fuckship.
There is this guy who I met when I went out with Meghan, he begged me for my phone number. His name was Craig and he was this really cute 25 year old guy. He looked like Buddy Holly with those horned rimmed glasses and his pants were really tight and so was his Weezer sweatshirt. I'm sure he was trying to be River the lead singer from Weezer, and I accused him of that. I did end up giving him phone number and he called the next day, but I told him I was seeing someone. He called me four more times after that and I didn't pick up, and he left really funny messages. He had called just three days before that guy broke off the fuckship. Now that I know there is no chance of getting back together with that guy, I can call Craig and see if he's still interested. This time I'm not fucking him right away, who knows I might fall for this guy too. I don't want to be rode and put away wet like I was with that guy. Which I can only blame myself for. I went over to his house the first expecting sex, not to really like him. Not gonna make that mistake twice.
This all my fingers can muster for now, I'll blog later on the wi fi in the lounge at our complex.