| | bleh. Well Frank showed up friday evening, and that has been fun. I still love him, he loves me, and its like we're on this mini relationship thing, where neither of us dwell on the fact that we aren't together (conveniant, eh?) and behave like we are. Its great, and its terrible all at the same time. I don't want him to go, but I can't get him to take me back... bleh again. Even after the break we had, I see him and want to spend the rest of my life with him, even though I know he doesn't want the same, and I can't change that. Today was nice enough, I finally met the mysterious leila, she was not nearly as cute as I thought, and I was irked that I spent months mentally grooming her into being a rival for Frank's attention. Had pizza and cheap rum, didn't get drunk only sleepy, saw SNL, it was okay, beat Frank at cards, gave up on alcohol and came back here. Frank is asleep on my bed (or trying to, I don't think he can sleep well with clicking keys). I am so confused... or maybe its just saddened (irked at my mother, she called like it was an emergency at two am, and then is all bitchy when I call her back at three am and don't want to talk. Everything is fine, please go away. Sterling is gone, I miss him, and Lata is working this really shitty evening shift, so I never see her. That is all.
now, to sleep, perchance to dream?
posted by Amber at 2:51 AM
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