A Really Sucky Night

[mbarrick]

I cannot begin to express how utterly nauseating (in a Sartrean sense) and miserable tonight was. She gave back the ring and I lost my composure. Grown man crying time. Never a pretty sight. I fucked this up. Why? Because I am a mess. I am Rip Van Winkle before his nap. I'm Woody Allen. I am completely oblivious as to what I really want out of life and I drag people along from the ride as I make one fuck up after another. I am, in fact, so pathetic that I suck up for sympathy in my blog.

I really need to get my head screwed on straight.

Comments

[cheaza.livejournal.com]

ah hunny.

well you can rant and rave and bitch and cry and yell and talk about anything you want with me on thursday. You have unlimited, totally-about-you, guilt-free-ranting cheaztime that night.

Change of plans!!

[mbarrick.livejournal.com]

Do you know where The Whip Café is (6th and Main)? Meet me there at 5:00 instead of downtown at 4:30. I've got an appointment to look at a loft at 4th and Main at 4:30.