I Guess Wicker Shelving Is Out?
I spent a good portion of the day helping Eric with errands. Well, it wsan't really helping, it was more like tagign along for the ride.
So here's the break down of the evening:
*Eric picks me up, and we go down to Longmont to get his mom, her boyfriend, and his grand daughter.
*We take them to the Coors Event center, where we drop them off at the Nickleback concert.
*We run around and do errands for a few hours, get food at Noodles, and Ice Cream at Coldstone. (I swear, Eric is one of the most selfless people i have ever met, and he amazes me.)
*Pick up Poppa and Gigi from the concert, take them home, and then head back to denver.
*1am? That's right, getting gas, almost getting killed, and then getting happy meals to fill out bellies. (that's right, i got Polly Pocket)
*Coffee with Nic and Eric and Mr.Anaconda. Gossip, tears, laughs, life experience.. Basically, the whole 9 yards.
* I come home, to find that i have a new "Blog Subscription Post." Who's blog am I subscribed to? And why did i not know that i made subscriptions? Oh yeah. It was Mr.Perfect's.
*After reading a (less wordy, less direct, and less overly hurtful [than mine, but i'm just good with my words], but effectivly clear and to-the point) blog, i leave him an apology. I think that it was about time for one. So i was nice, polite, clear and to-the-point honest, and humbled myself to ask him, [HIM?!] for forgivness.
Now i'm sitting here, about to pass the fuck out, thinking what i could have done differently...
And it would've been to never let him leave my house.
It would've been to let him come over after his ridiculouly long Panera Bread shift.
It would have been to stop being such a maurder, and open up.
Like Mr.OK said to me last night, yo ureally need to open up to people, i guess it's hard when you are so hurt.
I just hope that everything will be alright.
I'm off to bed, and to assess my current relationships with my lover, friends and least favorite, family.
Matty B.
