"...and I long to feel that water rushin' over me again. Down with the old man, up with the new. Raised to walk in the way of light and truth. I didn't see no angel, just a few saints on the shore..." ~ "Baptism" Kenny Chesney feat. Randy Travis
*SIGH*
This has been an interesting week.
Monday
Recovering from MF last night. He came to El Dorado's and kissed me straight on my lips a whole bunch of times. Basically professed his undying love. As he sobered up he stopped that kind of behavior. I almost died of a bent heart. GG showed up late, around midnight I think, and I had been drinking whisky so I was in a sad mood. I need to stop drinking whisky. GG was nice enough to buy my broke ass a whisky. I was greatful. I like GG, she's awesome. If I'm in a sad mood or a bad mood, she can usually bring me up, even if its just a little bit. We're both incredibly silly girls. And we sing terrible rap songs in a terrible way. It's hilarious. Not much happened on Monday during the day though. I don't even remember what I did Monday night.
Tuesday
Went grocery shopping after work and wrote a check over so I could have some freakin' money. My last paycheck ran out so fast it was ridiculous. TM and MF came over for dinner, and when they arrived MF was completely plastered and TM was halfway there. I made chicken and corn and asparagus. I was quite pleased with my dinner. TM left around nine, and MF passed out on the couch. I baked a cake and then started drinking. Apparently I fell asleep in the chair because around one a.m. MF woke me up and we went upstairs to sleep. He held me all night long and kissed on me a little bit. It hurt.
Wednesday
Woke up next to MF, he was happy because it was sunny out so that meant he could go and mow a bunch of lawns to get cash. I had four missed calls on my cell phone, and when I checked the log they were all from the same number - J*R! He left three messages, one at 3:01 am, one at 3:08 am, and one at 3:41 am. That was fucking weird. I left him a message. I took MF back to the hotel and dropped him off. Then I headed to the gas station, where I tried to use my debit card to get gas. Thank god I had $5 on me because the pump rejected my card. When I got to work, I logged onto my online bank statement and my worry was confirmed - my check to the IRS had gone through and I was negative $2.29. I was not really upset though because I knew it was coming and I was glad that I didn't have to wait for it to go through any more. I called J*R a few times during the day and left silly messages on his voicemail. Wenesday night I went to Kroger and bought paper towels, toilet paper and feminine products just so I could write another check over. I went to Zuey's after that. It was not too bad. The usual people were there, like BR and this other boy Nicholas. Nicholas brought his sister, Alexandra, because it was her 21st birthday. I think I was drunk but I can't remember - I think that means I was... oh well. MF showed up, and I almost had a cow because I thought I wouldn't see him for a week. He was being rather unfriendly to me though. He usually acts like that sometimes around really beautiful pretty girls, like KP (the bartender.) I went home and I do believe I cried. Can't remember that either. Taco Bell was involved. Thinking back, J*R never called me. I wonder if TS told J*Rthat we fucked?
Thursday
Another great day at work. I can't wait for LF to fucking put her two weeks in. I have a great idea for a new way to run the office and I think it would work really really well. As soon as she tells DE, I'm gonna run my ass in there and pitch it to him. Oh yes. Then I will be rich rich rich. Yay! Went to Zuey's at night, of course, and nobody was there really. SR was there and I talked to her a little bit about marriage and divorce and stuff. The weird tarot girl T was there also, and she did a reading for K (the new male bartender on Mondays.) They went out to her truck, supposedly to get something, and they never came back. It kinda grossed us all out because K is fucking hotter than shit and she looks like a turtle with glasses. Very odd. We hoped they weren't doing anything icky. MF showed up around one a.m. which surprised me because I really thought he was going back to Mansfield. I had been talking to RJ about how to rid TM from my life and MF just randomly walked in. I gave him the rest of my beer. He wanted to come over, but he didn't want to leave at that moment. He told me to leave the door unlocked for him. I went home and ate my Taco Bell, and waited. I was about to lock the door when he came in. We slept upstairs, and as usual, he held me and kissed on me a little. I made him touch my boob. He got all erected and was embarassed. I told him that my boob would be offended if he didn't get excited from touching it. Every single time MF and I sleep in the same bed, he always holds me. We fall asleep together like that, and wake up with our backs to each other. A little weird, but whatever. I gave up hope on him this week and it hurts.
Friday
Finally paid. I'll write on today, tomorrow.
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