A Little Bit Out of Whack, Maybe. (Jan 23, 2007)

Current mood:good

Ah, me and my damn bloggins. Hehehe.

Ok, so this is a little bit DELAYED as with all that holiday crap, I haven't really felt very bloggy. So here's a bit of whats been going on. Everyone knows that Rob and I basically had things patched up, you know, with the exception of him being a dick to me half the time... so there's that. Well, the other day, I was online and he popped on and said, "hey, why don't you come over here for a while?" So I did. I walked over to his house and I think I might have been there for a grand total of, oh..... 10 minutes. I came in and sat down and we chatted for a minute and I looked at the wooden dragon he bought in Greenwood, and sat back down. He noticed that I was wearing steel toed shoes and commented on it. I said that I'd just forgotten to change them before I left work. I also said that I had intended to change them as soon as the boss left at about 5, but I had fallen asleep instead. And you knw what that ass did?? He looked as me with the shittiest look and said, "Wow. If I had your life, I'd commit suicide." What the fuck? So I got pissed off and said, "You know what? Fuck you. I'm leaving." And I left. And about half way down the driveway he comes out and starts crap again, and I said I wan't going to do this anymore and that I was DONE done. So I take off walking. And I'm talking to Keri, and I'm texting Patrick and I get to the bridge by the hospital and Rob, (who by the way, has called my phone and been ignored 18 times at this point) pulls up and rolls down the window and starts talking again. He had driven around until he tracked me down! What the FUCK!?!? So I tell him again that I'm not going to talk to him anymore. And I hop off the side of the bridge onto the people trail down below and head for the hospital. Well, I watched him pull his car around and go to the hospital parking lot and wait. So I turned back around and hopped a fence into the golf course and crossed the bridge in there and looked around for him and then headed on over to the hospital where I bummed a smoke (and then a lift home) from a few dudes standing out front. I kinda told them what was going on and we watched Rob drive by a few more times and they offered me a ride home. And we talked about myspace the whole way home, too. Yeah, cuz we is awesome. I get home, and Laura calls and says she can't sleep so she comes over. Not 10 minutes later, Rob's pounding on my door. I refuse to talk to him OR let him in. Eventually he goes away, but Keri calls and says shes coming over in like, 5 minutes. An hour later, Laura and I went looking for her and found that Rob had stopped her and was talking her poor ear off in the parking lot. Well, Laur and I skeddaddle back into the house and Keri comes in a few minutes later and that was that. Rob claims to think I'm suicidal. I claim to think he's retarded.  I'll blog about New Years later, maybe. I have to get to stupid gay work.