Des Moines, Iowa

I am crazy. It has not escaped me. It never has actually.

First, let me tell you that typing with fake nails is sort of shitty.

Okay. I’m sure that by the time anyone reads this, I will be at the very least driving to Iowa – from Michigan. Des Moines, Iowa to be exact… ANd to be even mor specific, the Hilton Garden Inn – in Des Moines, Iowa.

WHY?

Is this a question you are asking yourself? Well, to answer you in one word: Him.
Yup, that Him. He’s got some stuff going on out there for work and he’ll be alone this weekend, so i’m going to keep him company.

The funny part is that he told me not to come. He told at first that i could, but then changed his mind and made me sad for like a minute, but then he told me that i should have just come out there and waited until i was in the parkinglot and called and asked what room he was in… guess what i’llbe doing? LOL. Nope, he doesn’t know i’m coming, though he isnh’t stupid, i really doubt that he believes that i’ll show up there. He said before he toldme not to come that “nothing below the waist” and “no kissing” and he has a hernia, so i really doubt much will happen, but i know that he often masturbates, so it isn’t like he cannot… ya know.

I’m leaving at 10 AM. I am sort of really scared about the driving. More so than the actually showing up part of the trip. I’m going alone. 8 hour drive. I’m thinking of taking movies to play while driving. But i don’t know.

I’m really excited about going.

I will keep you updated on how this goes.

Again and Again…

and again and again and again and again..

when will it ever stop?

I’m so fucking sick of people.

Ape went to the bar last night and saw Mike and Preston and, of course, Preston talked to her. He’d have never come near us if i had gone with her. That bugs the hell out of me. I’m going to go on a diet and lose like 80 pounds. Then, i’ll have the tits (god i hope) and the hair and i’ll be effin HOT. I’m sick of being the fat friend. The girl tha the guys talk to only to get close to her hot friend. Grr!! I’ve got an uphill battle to fight but i want to win. I WANT TO WIN!

Skip ahead a week from when i wrote the above paragraph.

I was supposed to maybe hook up with a guy this weekend. Scott. I was going to go to Canton and spend the night Friday and hook up with him and come home. April was going to ride with me because we’d rock on the road together. But he got weird and i’ve barely talked to him and ugh.. he turned predictable and i don’t wanna do it anymore. I’m becoming Shonda.

Oooh.. Down Under. Remember him? I do, barely. This month marks the 1 year anniversary since i found him again on myspace. This month will also mark the anniversary in which i deleted him from my myspace. No, it’s not like that. Not in a bad way. He doesn’t use it anymore. And even so, we don’t talk on it.. So whatever. I deleted a boatload of other people too. I called him Tuesday morning. I told him that my friend died. He was sympethetic. I appreciated that. Connecticut would have been like “sucky” and that was all… in fact, he never replied to my message at all. Oh well. Anyway. Beorn’s border was having a little going away party since she was going home or whatever… He seemed spent too. Tired., ready for bed. So i didn’t keep him. We ponged that night and he was busy at work and said he’d call me Wednesday morning. I was up early Wednesday morning and he said he’d call at 8 am.

8 AM came and went and no call. Just as i predicted. I hadn’t held my breath or anything but still, it sort of sucked that he said he’d call and didn’t. We’ve barely talked lately. Barely ponging, barely talking, barely anything. He did send me a msg – at 2:30 am when he knew i’d probably be in bed – with excuses (self proclaimed excuses) as to what happend. I didn’t care. I forgave his apology. Then at 11:20 am this morning i saw him online on facebook. I msged him “yer online?” “yeah” he said, “i was just going to call you” which i immediately called bullshit on, but not to him. I told him not to bother, i was busy. And “bye… Oh, look at that… he’s emailed me. Let me go read what he might have said:

Nothing really. Just a short day at work and will be taking his gf on a little mini vacation. Oh yeah, did i mention that. He’s got a gf. A lovely girlfriend named Nikki who lives in Austria. I hope they are happy together. I’m sure once she leaves again, which he said is “soon,” he’ll come back and talk to me like nothing’s happend. Whatever.

Okay, that was all.. We’ll see what happens this week, i’ll keep you informed.