I’m wasting time downtown at True Love and listening to Saint Etienne. I didn’t get any coffee, the person working here isn’t around the register. Fuck this place. All the people I liked that worked here quit, except for the guy that always writes the name of that Liza Minelli movie on all my drinks.
Me: “You don’t know who Eminem is? You are hopelessly out of date with pop culture”
My mom: “That’s why I had you”
It’s really cold out, and I’m regretting coming outside, there’s no outlets. My mom is talking about karaoke songs…it’s weird.
My hands are cold, and I have two and a half hours until Zero gets downtown. I’m feeling really apathetic about this party, which I think is a healthy attitude. Looking forward to things is a mistake. Especially things put on by flaky people.
I think once I’m done on the phone I’m going to go to Naked. Maybe. Or that place on 15th. Meh. I have coffee shop apathy.
Hm.
Never write a love song…
Never write a ballad
Please don’t come over to my house with your snarky comments and attitude ever again.
You really have no clue of how I spend my days or whether or not I’m “flaky”. The way I spend my time does not need your approval. Whatever I decide to do has nothing to do with you. Whomever I date, does not need you criticisms. I certainly don’t need your criticisms.
I’m done with your insults and your half-truth blog as well. Is the reason I see you so much less really because I’m dating Allen? Or would it possibly have something to do with my mom having cancer? Or maybe that I have a new full-time job that I work at even more so than Brookstone?? Maybe it’s that I’m living in an art community and I want to use this opportunity to make as much art as I possibly can?? Am I really so FUCKING terrible because I just want to go home and sleep when I’m stressed from work? My life exists on multiple planes, not just hour by hour decisions on if I should hang out with you or allen.
You should be happy for me that I’m doing something with my life and that I’m happy! I’m with someone I love, I’m making art again, I have a well paying job- I haven’t figured out how to manage in a social life yet- but give me the space to explore and grow! I have never forgotten about you hence the phone calls, comments, few times we’ve hung out- and whether or not that is good enough for you is not my problem, because it’s the best I can do.
If and when you decide to be more understanding and less critical, come on over- I’ll have a drink ready for you. Otherwise, forget about it.