at. all.
but nevertheless i have sat through both games 6 & 7 of the sox/yankees ACLS championship. got ridiculous plastered dor the win of game 6, and didn’t make the smartest decisions in the world.
BAD IDEA JEANS strike again! eep!!
but game 7 wasn’t too bad. not too bad at all. well ok so it would’ve been bad if i were a sox fan, but you know. eff the sox, eff the yankees! now we can focus all of our attention on football damnit!!!!! ya heard?!
*ahem*
i mean, it was a good game. i cheered even. f’real, i shit you not. claracita, norah, brandon & dana and i were all at good ol’ gay.com watchin’ the baseball action. woo and yay. and you know, i actually followed some of it. but basically all is not happy in boston. the yankees have won more world series championships than any one team should ever boast to accomplish because they are in league with satan. the sox haven’t won jack shit because the were monumentally stupid and traded babe ruth back in the day. so yeah.
and whatevercakes. i’m not a baseball fan. *shrug*
what can i say?
in other news…
i’m supposed to get together with the rockstar and ‘talk’ sometime. when he has time. *sigh* god i know i’m going to get ridiculous hurt by him all over again. i can sense it. he misses me, he loves me, he’s not over me…whatevers.
but i don’t think he wants me anyway. blah!
i really don’t know what to do about it, and i can’t take this. i still am completely ass-backwards, stupid in love with this boy. hardcore. and all i’m going to do is wind up getting hurt again. i hate this. so fucking much. i love him. i never stopped loving him…not in the slightest. but we’ve lost so much. i don’t want to lose him forever, but i really gotta think if i can forgive everything he’s done to me, you know.
and well, there still is the big ass point where he totally doesn’t want me, you know. he says he loves me and blah blah blah, but he really doesn’t want to BE WITH me. that’s the bottom line. his life is ok without me. he’s fine without me, he’s doing fantastic. and me, i’m a fuckin’ mess. christ.
i just don’t know what to do anymore.
i hate this.
