Wednesday, June 30, 2004

It's almost seven in the morning, and I just got back from Shawn's... 'Twas fun, what with the not-so-scary movie, Abby (the hyper-active pit-bull), and Shawn's soft skin.
Is it wrong of me to like him so much when he has a girlfriend, and I have a Dustin? Probably. Is it worse that I want to act on it so badly? I'd say yes, but I don't feel bad or guilty... Apparently my conscience has died. My guess: the drama as of late has pushed it to committing suicide.
I feel terrible that I didn't try harder to spend time with Val before she left. I drove her to the DMV for her driving test, but because the insurance card I had on me didn't actually start until July... as in TOMORROW... the tester-man wouldn't let her drive. She left yesterday at one, and I never really said goodbye, or see-ya-later... All I did was hug her... I'm going to miss her so much, but I know David needs her more. They should both come home now. Germany's too far away, and four years is almost forever.

.:dr0wningophelia:. 04:57 | |