I think I'm back now. Called JVJ- he was supposed to call me back but didn't. It's all good. We spoke for 2 minutes- not much came out of it. I could have hospitalized or worse- and he'd never know. Oh yeah. I feel the love alright. Maybe he'll ask where I've been and what have I been doing with myself. Maybe he wont.
I got a few things in the mail- that cheered me up. There's one thing missing though- or did I leave it out when I ordered? Damn I forgot. I will be enjoying my new scents IMMENSELY.
Cardboard boxes all over the place. I told Hector that I've started Christmas shopping. People laugh and that's fine. Joke's gonna be on them when December 18th rolls around and they are stressed the fuck out.
The dating scene is taking a disappointing turn for me. Last week- no date (lost wallet). Tonight- no date (feet injured).
It's funny- the time I decide 'get back out there', everyone's all nutty. What can I do? Keep trying. What else?
If I haven't said it before- I'll say it now. LIFE'S A BITCH