I'm sorry
12:25 p.m. - 2004-04-12
I�ve hit one of those depressed periods in the year. You know, when you feel like everything in the world is going wrong even if it isn�t. To make matter worse, I took it out on Dan the Man.
I just miss my old life sometimes. I miss El Paso. I miss my nieces and my mom and the sunsets over the mountains. I want to be done with life in Houston so I can crumple the sheet and throw it in the trash. I want to pack up my books in brown cardboard boxes and dump my clothes into the notorious black hefty bags and put them all in my car or a moving truck and head West, with you by my side.
I miss my car. I miss the freedom it gave me. I miss going to get a haircut when I damn well please. I miss waking up at seven in the morning on Saturdays because I wanted to get to Wal-Mart early to buy you a card and some candy for the upcoming holiday. I miss going to the Half Price Bookstore for no reason at all and then stumbling upon the comic books and wondering if I should buy you some but that decide not to because I don�t know which ones you already have.
I miss hanging out with you. Just plopping our butts in front of the T.V. as we hold hands and cuddle while we watch some guy movie. I miss greeting you with a �hey� and a kiss when you get home from work. I miss lying in bed with you in the morning until we can�t hold our morning pee anymore or the telephone rings.
And yet, I know that all this things that I miss, will only be mine when this Houston chapter is over. I guess I should get back to reading, I�m only a few pages away from the end.
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What's going on... - 2005-01-26
Fixed - 2005-01-21
Sex ed - 2005-01-19
And still on the same subject - 2005-01-18
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