June 30, 2002 :: 7:52 p.m.
it's much like being punched in the gut
I went to visit Adam at work after picking up my car in Grantville, and then from there just went to Joe's. I thought it was going to be a fun-filled evening spent watching Buffy, but when I got there, what did I find? Travis. The look on my face must have been hilarious, but it didn't last very long because I turned around and went right back out the door. Joe followed me out and we talked for a bit, but ultimately I went home (obviously) because Travis was dropped off and didn't have a way to leave. Grr. I could have strangled Joe, but it wasn't really his fault. He didn't invite His Royal Fuckwad over, the foul creature just showed up.
*sigh* That was a very unpleasant experience. The story of Travis is too long and sordid to go into right now, but suffice it to say that because of him, the entire summer of 2000 is a bad memory. I have nothing in my heart but malice for that boy. It wasn't like that always, but once you fuck me over I will never, ever forget it; your chances of being forgiven are only slightly higher. And he fucked me over. He messed with my emotions and abused my then-naivet�, and eventually ended up destroying a lot of my belief in men. So the moral of this story is that I do not want to see him ever again. I certainly didn't want to see him today, but I did, and that whole 5 seconds ruined my mood and spawned a lot of bad thoughts.
Argh. I have to stop, this is starting to become painful. I'm going to bribe Mason isn't letting me watch Buffy. Oh, and I'm going to eat some stuff. Can't forget that part.
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