She’s not speaking to me… this is not a good thing….
Hmmmmm… Not feeling very good at this point in time. Shits me because when I feel crap and I need some sanity and understanding, she is the person I speak to. Why you may ask:
a) she’s a girl, and girls have different viewpoints on the world which is cool, helps me to be a better person
b) because she puts up with my crap and has no hesitation to tell me when i’m being a fucking idiot, and when it’s someone elses fault
c) she’s one of my closest friends, and I care/worry about her deeply
Sorta wishing at this point I could phone her up to ask her how to deal with the fact that i’ve been a cunt, and I know it. Of course she’s not talking to me, so can’t do that…..
And to top it off, I missed the Friday night vibe… totally….. what sort of male am I …. {edited due to content} ….. bad bad news for me…. definitely in trouble, definitely (fuck, i’m starting to sound like rain man here) 
…. [ok, so gotta try to see the humourous part of life]
Ok…. going to take my post, my little red wagon, and my ass all home in the car. Heat up some food, do the rest of my ironing and re-read ‘The Runaway Jury’ (tangent: which is now being made into a movie with, oh my god!, John Cusack).
Then i’m going to sleep.
btw, John Cusack rocks…. Why am I telling you this, well because the last two posts have been crappy and and soppy/whiney/self-pity filled, so should write something good about the universe, even if it doesn’t involve me
