The family. We were a strange little band of characters trudging through life sharing diseases and toothpaste, coveting one another's desserts, hiding shampoo, borrowing money, locking each other out of our rooms, inflicting pain and kissing to heal it in the same instant, loving, laughing, defending, and trying to figure out the common thread that bound us all together. ~Erma Bombeck
Thursday, October 19, 2006
Brushoff
My girlfriend just gave me the brush-off on the phone. She does it all the time. Hmmph. Some people just kick you to the curb when they have something else like work to do.... Ok, I'm just being silly, but we had a talk last night and she informs me that when she always seemed like she was jealous, she never was and that she was just playing around. I should have never been so flattered. Oh well, I knew it was too good to be true. After all, what woman in her right mind could get jealous over me? That woman does not exist.
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Honey, I would think that by now you would know the difference between me overacting and being dramatic horsing around OR when I really am downright jealous. I actually have gotten so mad that I cried. You figure it out.
I guess I have to work on that. Well, feeling like sh*t has become habit for me lately. I have to face the fact that I am just not a good person. I try, but I seem to get numerous people that I love (usually the ones I love the most) p*ssed off at me, or upset them somehow. I can only conclude that I am a jack*ss.
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