Sunday, October 30, 2005



I've been fighting with the boy this morning... over text messages. If there is a more frustrating or less satisfying way to have an argument, I can't think of what it is.

He doesn't think he has anything to be sorry for about not calling this weekend, since he never gave me a set-in-stone time by which he'd call. I'd say if it was supposed to be to let me know if we are going to hang out THIS WEEKEND, and he hasn't called by Sunday, he can be pretty sure that he's fucking behind.

So, we're mad at eachother.

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