I love Sundays. It's the recovery day after a weekend of hijinks and/or the last day of peace before going out into the grind. I usually try to arrange my Sundays into waking up whenever and doing not a damned thing but putting on slouchy pants and lounging. I'm listening to a collection of old school R&B and have been singing along to this little gem.
In checking my email, I realize I forgot to call a newish Friendster who became one who he called me out for unbookmarking him, sending me a message to ask if I didn't think he was good enough for me anymore (in a funny way, natch). We graduated to emailing and were supposed to do the real talk and subsequent meeting thing, but I just...didn't. In my defense, I was unsure of the right time yadda yadda because he's coming off a birthday and I'm sure had his own weekend plans. Regardless, I'm starting to wonder about me.
I'm on some eyes on the prize shit because I'm really trying to do the straight and narrow thing, living escapade and drama-free until the stuff with the new place is settled. Oh, did you guys know that being only marginally employed for almost a year is pretty much like a wrecking ball to your finances? Well now you do. I'm trying out this adult thing for a switch. The costume might need a little alteration but I like the way it looks on me. I'm trying to be focused, focused, focused. I don't have time for bullshit.
Then again, I'm also feeling a little burned. The return of the prodigal Farmer episodes are still pissing me off. It would've been one thing if I had been holding out hopes of some sort of romantic reunion, but the fact that he came back and showed his ass as if we were barely even friends annoys me. I feel like I was played for a dick basically. "You keep up with me too much, so now I have nothing to talk about." Oh, that's a problem? I can fix that. Yet now that he's off wherever, we're supposed to be the best of IMing friends again. Hmm...I'm busy. I can't really talk right now. Maybe if I feel like typing even that. Bitchass.
Instead, I've been hanging with the friends. P. Fizzle in particular and I have been rolling deep, being stone cold alkies and spending up each other's money. Jay-V and I have plans to see an advance screening, courtesy of my lucky contest winning skills. I'd rather be with my people and chill out instead of having the aggravation. I can't be the only person who feels that way, right? I totally admit that I might be hiding out a little bit, but I feel getting out of the rat race can be good for your soul sometimes.
Meanwhile on Friday, I found myself with a phantom message. I had that tell tale grin ear to ear once I realized that it was the volunteer party guy. I replayed it like a girl once...okay, twice...and waited until I got home before I felt I could comfortably craft a message without sounding like an idiot. We're currently playing the dreaded phone tag, but his movie is just about wrapped up and he's reentering the world again soon. Hope springs eternal I suppose.
Posted by Candicissima at June 6, 2004 08:52 PM