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Hi, kids. I'm a little bit grouchy today, mainly because of a rude email
I received this morning. Nothing major, of course, and I don't think the
person who wrote it realized how rude they were being, but it was enough
to
put me in a foul mood. Fuck 'em all, that's what I say! Don't go out of
your way to be nice, or you might get sand kicked in your face. That's
happened to me twice this week, actually, and I'm a bit tired of it. I
don't need people who treat me like that. Big Sigh. Otherwise, it's been an extremely mellow, boring boring weekend. I won't bother recounting it to you, as it is certainly not interesting reading. I honestly don't know why I'm even updating, other than I left that teaser up yesterday and never got around to writing anything. I feel I owe you, I suppose. I don't like this grey mood I'm in. It's not going to help me tonight, when I have something of a blind date with someone I've only met over the internet. Yes, we've exchanged pictures and long emails and I'm generally looking forward to meeting him in real life; it's just this sour mood isn't exactly what I want him to see right off, you know? I know what I'll have to do; I'll have to go running - I love running when I'm mad, I get more running in when I do it. I should also try to get up to Berkeley an hour or two before my date, so I can lift weights before I meet him - get some blood in my cheeks, you know? David called last night, and it was a pleasant conversation, even though we discussed serious issues part of the time. That's good. I've done so much work on myself this week, trying to find a space where David fits in my life, instead of using him as my entire supporting network. Of course, his voice melts me, changes something of my resolve, but for the most part what I've built for myself remained firm, intact. David's a good person, a good friend. He's always going to mean a lot to me, and me to him, no matter who else we date or where else we go. That's good to know. Sorry, guys, it's been raining all weekend. My fingers are cold. I'm going to get my Sunday going now. Have a nice one! | ||
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