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stopped counting
2004-02-07 at 9:29 p.m. stopped counting the days i've been without you, 1 2 3 4. stopped counting the days that you've been gone. day one, was no fun. day two, i hated you. by day three i wish you'd come right back to me. day four, five, and six, well i guess you just don't give a shit. dare i say i like being single? dare i say i don't want the relationship bullshit, good and bad, anymore? dare i say i like being selfish? it's not about the random hook ups or not answering to someone. it's about worrying about me, liking things because i like them, and indulging in my friends. i feel good. i had to call him today though. he has my calculator which i need in order to pass math this semester. buying a new TI-83 mother-fucking-expensive calculator was out of the question. so, tomorrow, if he wakes his sorry ass up, he'll be here before i head off to toronto with the daytona girls, to drop it off. i don't know how this is going to be, but i hope i'm in a clear mindset. or extremely hungover, which is more likely. but, as far as im concerned, that's about as clear and "i dont give a fuck" as i get. im waitin around to go downtown tonight with missy and tony. we get in free at four different places and free drinks courtesy of tony's nephew, who is 21 and a club coordinator? not entirely sure what that is...but, an entirely free drunken night was all i heard. (and yes, it's tony's nephew. who is 21. he calls him uncle tony. tony is 18.) i've been so thankful for my friends lately. no one's done anything extraordinary persay, but i have pretty awesome friends. dare i say that i feel sorry for people who aren't single? because, if i've realized one thing it's that you can force yourself to be happy with someone just as easily as you can without. both ways of life are liveable, and sometimes it's nice to be just me.
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