my life

Monday, Aug. 27, 2001 : 3:26 pm
Fishing horrors

Justen last night decided he wanted to go fishing at San Luis Pass which is like 70 miles one way. He has never been gone for any longer than 4am. I woke up at like 5:30am and he wasn't home still. I drifted in and out of sleep and little dreams and I dreamt that he didn't really go fishing and he hadn't come home so I went to McDonalds for some breakfast and he was working there and was kissing on 2 girls and acting like he didn't give a shit when he saw me.

Then I had another dream that something tragic had happened to him and I was just waiting for him to come back and he never did and we didn't ever hear anything from him again.

So I get up at like 6:30 and call his moms (he had borrowed her explorer) and he was there and was about to leave and I yelled at him and got mad and he apologized a million times and we hung up and he got home and apologized cause I was a basket case since I'd just had dreams that I never saw him again and that he left me or was fuckin' around on me and it took me a good hour to quit my bellyachin'.

He caught his legal limit though. So he said he will cook for me and my mom and his family. YAAAY!! Its really good too. I think when his mom cooked it was fabulous and so I'm going to have to assume its good when he does too cause he's never cooked for me before.

I want his mom to cut my hair tonight. I WANT MY HAIR CUT period. Seriously. Anyways, so I am probably going to go over there about 5ish or so.

I have lost all sense of any kind of interesting or funny bits of sarcasm here. Thank Cirrus for that. I don't even try anymore.

I'm blah but in a great way...

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