2003-03-24
Guys are the greatest
This is the first time in days I'm really happy. Completely, anyway. I remember being happy, chilling in my pjs (short leopard print shorts with a 7th grader's 'baseball-style' green and white band tee shirt with 3/4 sleeves) on Ben's screened-in porch with the guys Saturday morning, smoking a borrowed cigarette, listening to Ryan and his brother play their guitars, watching Tim and Ben think and me reading the booklet to my new camera, which is amazing. It was mild outside and the sunlight was streaming in, and I was just really happy, despite all the crap that went on.
Other good stuff:
While I have not found my money and 'friends' are pissing me off left and right, My Escort Matt has called me repeatedly this weekend to hang out. What a cool guy. Ben went to the beach until tomorrow (wow, that's not that bad) this weekend, and I suddenly miss him. He's awesome, too. I think I'm going to start hanging out with mostly guys again. They're just cooler and don't get all bitchy. So there.
The monitor looks like it is swimming--time for bed.
aigre-douce at 11:51 p.m.