Sometimes I find it amazing that I can fuck things up without any effort at all.

I dunno. It was a long and boring day, really. I’m still kind of unsure about the whole Mike thing, and I don’t think that’s a good thing. He said he’d call tonight, and then didn’t. I suppose I should quit believing people - especially those I really care about. It just sets me up with expectations that get disappointed.

E-mail is a deadly tool for me. A way to communicate my thoughts, when they should probably just remain uncommunicated anyway.

Of course, I called him. [the crowd groans] Of course, he didn’t take my call.

Pbththlth. Why do I bother?

Blech,

michelle