Why Trisha Again?
From Bellybuttonporn
It's 2:17am, why am I still thinking about Trisha?
I was talking earlier to a friend about sleeping habits. I like to hold someone while I fall asleep. Or something. It's been, what, 2, 3? years since I was with Trisha, why in the hell do I still think about her on these lonely nights? I used to have a pillow with her smell on it, for a little while after she left, at least. I can't really handle smelling Happy anymore. Why are they lonely, even? I need to get out and meet some women. I can't very well meet any if I'm never in situations where that might happen.
My mind is racing. It feels like I've been in bed for at least an hour thinking, but I layed down at almost precisely 2:00.
So much crap has happened lately that I forgot to tell you guys about, so here's the cliff's notes. My taurus had a problem with the power steering pump. I fixed it with the help of a friend. When I got my Magnum my sister's car got hit in an accident (full write-up later, I guess, it's quite a story) so I lent her my taurus. Either I fucked up or the new pump was bad too, because it's doing the same thing again. I bought another car for my sister. A 93 Sable for $270. It's got problems, but I hope it will at least run for a while. Hanna hemmed my pants. Thanks, Hanna. Work is going kinda OK. We're in a crunch time and the boss thinks I'm not pulling my weight. I dunno, I've been pretty tired lately and it's very hard for me to concentrate at work, or any time really. Things just move around so fast and it's like, I don't know, a compulsion to not do anything. I really enjoy sitting still lately.
Washing my car is fun.
Beth moved out. In her place is Elspeth. She seems cool too, but doesn't hang out here a lot.
Got the dog all vaccinated and gave her some flea and tick preventative crap since I found a couple of ticks on her a few days ago.
This weekend went fast, but at least I fixed my sunglasses and got my prescription filled. Oh, I'll have to explain why both of those needed done too, but in another post I guess. I forgot to make a big post about autocrossing. I think I'll do that one next. Crap that was already like a week ago, I can't believe I didn't mention it.
Trisha really calmed my mind.
My left cheek, right at my jawline. It's twitching. I feel like there's more to write, but I just don't know what else to put down here. Is this really what life is like? It just feels like everything is behind a haze. Like, just out of reach, if I could just stretch out, I could pull back the curtains, and see things how they really are, or how they should be.
I can't think of anything else to write. I hope she doesn't bother herself with reading my journal anymore.
