Tim called the night before last, perhaps by accident, although it was strange because we haven't spoken in almost three weeks. I could only hear him partying in the back - it was his birthday - and I heard him randomly mumble about "his ex boyfriend's number" to which I just hung up. I called back a few times just to make sure it was a mistake and he wasn't actually trying to talk to me, then I texted him and basically said: I don't think you meant to call me. He didn't respond and by the next morning, I felt like such an ass for even trying. Mind you, I told this boy that I would uproot my life and move to Chicago if he wanted me to just because I loved him that much, but he didn't respond to it. *Shrugs* I can't believe I made such a desperate plea to keep him in my life and he totally "shitted" on it. Oh well.
Rochelle, Jake, and I went out Friday night (in the rain) and had such a fuckin' blast! Seriously! I can't believe I had such fun. Usually when I'm with [EDIT]. It was good to go out with people who weren't looking for anything in the club, just enjoying each other's company. We drank (way too much) and danced and just acted like good friends. People were checking us out; I believe it was because we weren't all on anyone else. It was just us. Good times... good times.
Work is work. I'm seriously considering quitting. My final decision will hinge upon Tuesday's mandatory meeting and Canopy's offer. If Canopy can give me a raise and a set schedule about UC, then I'm cool off UC!
Why am I suddenly into "What A Fool Believes" by the Doobie Brothers?!
Oh, and a brotha's tax return looks YUMMY! Too bad I have bills to pay off first. *SIGH* Oh well.
And that's that. No words exchanged across the ocean yet. *SHRUGS* Even Davey's starting to look more like an internet acquaintance than a true friend.
And I want a new tattoo. Maybe in two weeks.
I Feel : accomplished
Listening To: "What A Fool Believes" - The Doobie Brothers