[timing]

i know i shouldn’t be mad that vegas is out for the new year, and maybe i’m not. i guess let down is a better word. i’ll get over it, i always do. but right now i need to pout, and right now i need you to let me. hopefully the big birthday plans will pan out. i know it’s my day, my plans, my weekend, so i should do what i want. but i know i’m going to end up inviting people i’d really rather not have around, just to keep the peace among the others. and that sucks too.

i got a booty call around 1 this morning. just yesterday, while brushing my teeth, i was thinking of him. i promised myself that the next time i ran into him nothing was going to happen. i could find strength, even in my fall down drunken stupor i could be strong. well that’s easy to tell your reflection, early in the morning before you’re really even awake. sober. without him anywhere in sight. but i meant it as much as i could at the time. so the timing of said call made me laugh as i was heading out the door this morning, checking my calls. it’s just a call. i don’t have to do anything about it, right? that’s also easy. running into him today was another story.

"yeah i got your call last night, nah i was asleep, no that’s cool the ringer was off. me? i’m fine. what about you? cool. well i will catch you later."

and again, all i can really do is walk away laughing. it’s still not too late to put last year’s resolution, something about not letting the wrong boy in, into practice.

missy higgins, “ten days” is now bouncing around in this lil’ noggin of mine. soon to become track number one on my latest playlist on the ol’ nomad.

thank YOU.

“if i’m going away, your heart’s coming too.”