I wrote a long letter to N. yesterday. He may not even read it. I fear that. There was a lot left unsaid, and he town left without saying good-bye one last time. I'll admit I was a bit heartbroken. But I'll see him again soon. No worries, I hope.
I must mention dating is exhausting. FYI.
Electricity is good. It is good especially for cooling off your house and lighting your path around your home so you don't trip and break your dang neck. It's good for juicing the TV so I can watch the news. Electricity is also good for keeping the refrigerator working and the food inside it stays fresh. Milk doesn't turn to cottage cheese! It's a novel thing.
Guess what? I have no electricity. Thanks to that biblical monster of a storm, we lost it at six p.m. and right now, as of 2:45, I don't have it.
So, my house is warm, I'm tripping over my own two feet, and the food in my fridge is spoiling. Oh, and no tv. Pure torture.
Not to mention I had to sleep with my stupid window open. Hey, I'm still scared of the boogeyman. Don't make fun!
I had quite a few dreams about a bad guy or at best, N. being at my house. Oh, it's normal for folks to stop by at 3:00 a.m. Missy. Geez. I'm losing it.
We might get electricity by 6 tonight.
I talked to Wacky Jackie yesterday. She was excited because her baby sister is being born today. They induced my ex's wife. I told Jackie to be sure to help out lots because they will be tired.
*** Ahem. Hey Reynaurd (my shaved-head, mighty fine, gorgeous, muscular Swede), hello Big Daddy! Yeah, you know who you are. You read this journal, I know this for a fact. During your time to yourself, your space, all I can ask is that you keep in contact from time to time so that I know where to find you if I need to. It's important that you do so, for a few reasons. Think about it, sugar.
You're a really cool person and I have enjoyed knowing you for, like, what seems to be, forever.
You're not ready for me. Seems women have doo-dooed on you too many times. I'm not like them. I'm my own unique person.
I'm not going to intrude on your life but I am crazy about you. You're one of those people who makes me want to say "screw you" to my life and make one with you. But then, I wouldn't be me anymore and you wouldn't find me attractive then. I will have changed. I'm not going to change me.
It seems you just needs time to heal, to forgive, to think. I care. I hope you know it. Love Always, Missy
2:35 p.m. - 2003-06-11
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