The words she knows, the tune she hums

so - i cried during trueblood.

when a screenshot of eric northman on the bed is avail - you got it.

i need it.

so - today was pretty lazy. in a good way.

the only dramatic thing - besides there being no meeting this morning - that happened is - i told wedding date i needed more time to think and that meant i had less time to hang out.

i didn't want drama so i made it drama-free - and i didn't exactly say - 'dude, leave me the fcuk alone' but that was the sumnation.

that's not my style but it might be.

i was telling a friend tonight about my knitting stash getting bigger - she agrees that my yarn that i left at his house was probably the best thing to leave. as far as shoes - i'm just a few pair down.

my a&f jeans were left behind too - what can i be happy about if i left all that there?

i got out.

with my heart too (i found it in the last bag).

(note: THAT is not the screenshot i am speaking of - not even close)

and weeping in this valley of tears

there's this tattoo shop here - no shit - it's called bedrock tattoo. i think the joke might've backfired but who am i to say? my sense of humor is sometimes not that popular. anyway - they had a coupon for $350.00 and all the tattooing you can stand! so i called and it's up to eight hours if you can handle it. supposedly it's the artist that normally goes for $100.00/hour but i'll see. i have a tentative plan to meet dude on tuesday. not for a booking just to look around.

yah right.

i'm leaving in the morning for rva. i gotta take care of some business for court - and well - it sorta sucks. but that's just the way it goes.

i was trying to explain my blog to a friend. of course i don't want him to read it yet - or it would've been easier to drop the url - but for now it's just me saying it's my online diary.

and yes - ANYONE - can read it.

i'm just gonna say that i put the brakes on wedding date - not that it's over (it?) but yknow i really don't want a boyfriend right now. at all. seriously. not that i wanna date lotsa boys either - i just need time alone.

so - this is a cool story. i have been hanging out with my mom as she's still on the mend - and she was telling me stories of her dziadek (grampa) (note: my grampa was poppop and dzia) so - anyway when his son died (joey = josef) he had a dream the night before they brought him home for the viewing (back then you were laid out in your house) anyway - he had a dream that an angel came to him and told him that he needed to wake up early and fix the floorboard in the sitting room (where my uncle joey would've been laid out) because the floorboard was rotten. sure enough when he went and looked the floor was clearly rotten straight though - and the casket would've fallen and it would've been a nightmare for his wife. i totally believe it. today.

I'll be always falling, yeah Only to rise and fall again

yesterday was pretty funny.

i went and got chinese with wedding date (i say wedding date because we aren't telling the whole town/program what's going on) - oh! - and on the way there i saw b. again. that's five. i was driving twice and i was on the bike the other times. it's getting easier.

then i went to ac moore to get yarn (note: someone has all mine) and when i was passing old navy i stopped and paused - there was this attractive girl walking into old navy in a slip dress made of satin. i was confused and really stopped to see her shoes - (ie was she dressed up or looking cute) and this guy who must've been really checking her out and when i looked up to go he was looking at me looking at her and laughing.

it really did look like i was checking her out.

i laughed too.

after ac moore i went to therapy - where i puked. it was 'accupuncture' week and i thought of all the germs in the air and then someone bled and it was over - i puked in the trashcan.

game over.

wedding date and i talked for a long time - and wouldn't you know - that bfmv song came on and i was up the rest of the night thinking.

a lot.

ps - she was wearing flipflops.

cute.

and he ain't coming home now

so when i bid and won a lacoste bag - it was part of a lot - and i got a lacoste shirt that i was going to relist. but i was thinking - i should keep it.

the us open!

even though i am really a federer fan (shhhhhhhh) - the shirt will show my roddick support!

oh fcuk it - i'm gonna sell it. i will get myself that true blood shirt i wanted.

i went for a bike ride with wedding date - it was cool. we went down a country road and it was perfect. i missed nature so much and even though my feet were tender i had the best time.

don't fret my jail virginity is still in tact.

oh! what's jail virginity? it's not like not having sex. when you're on the outside and you wanna get laid - you get laid. being in jail you wanna get laid the whole time - hcje is the only regional jail where men and women are housed so close. some might think you couldn't find a cute guy or a smart guy there - but that's rubbish. i don't know about guys - but i met one.

forrest. he was there for something silly - and he worked on the food line. that meant - i got a note (called a kite) everyday.

we still write - it's pretty comical.

he hooked me up with a few new parts for my bike - i'm grateful for the people that come in my life for a season or a reason.