It is 5:32am and I am still awake. Rebecca just drove from Columbia to pick up some Ambien and I just recently dropped off my 21 year old straight thug-a-be 'friend.' Isn't this what we did when we were 16?
Rebecca called out from work today, because of her lack of sleep. Perhaps we'll make our yearly drive out to Gettysburg, PA. Take in the fresh, crisp fall air .. pick up some pumpkins and groceries from the country store .. then have dinner at Dobbin House. It's such a beautiful, relaxing time. A nice change of pace from my daily race of emails and websites.
Speaking of PA - I wonder how my friend Chris is. So adorable. Why do I always turn away from the ones who are so good? I shut down to them. That's another story, for another time. I will say I make it a conscious effort to not do that.
I think that I am scared of good people sometime.
My dinner with Thunder Cat went well. Surprisingly well, I think. I am not sure if we accomplished anything on the work end, but the conversation and the company was enjoyable. He's different in a genuine sense. No pretentiousness and a bit of boyish innocence.
... I'm not that innocent ...
I did learn that my roommate had the balls to tell him, out of the blue, that I was a slut.
A slut.
This coming from the dude that has slept with half of Baltimore and could write a medical journal on his STDs.
It was nice to be informed of that, though. Perhaps his rent will increase now.
No point or desire to confront him with the comment. I'll respect TC's 'anonymous' information.
I don't really care what anyone says about me, as long as they have the right to say it. Just make sure you get my name correct.
"Time doesn't always mend a broken heart."
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I thnink we all have our slutty moments so who cares. I say bring it on...especially if there is some truth to the comments!
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