2005-10-12
happy birthday message in a bottle
No party hats here.
Today is Irishman O'Swoon's forty-fifth birthday.
So I decided to suck it up finally and call him. Hell, it's been over a year now. May as well be the bigger martyr and put myself on the line. At least that is what I figured would happen.
Nope. Not at all. Irishman O'Swoon now puppyguards his phone to see who's calling. This is due to the fact that he is in debt and his creditors keep calling him and asking him for money. As if him claiming bankruptcy wasn't enough to get my goat, I now can't even reach him to be civil because he's paranoid.
I don't forsee the two of us talking for another year.
In other news:I am going to be a squirrel for Halloween. I have fallen in love with the first floor RA. English, my once favorite subject, has now become my headache. The cafeteria food will kill me. NO. SERIOUSLY.
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Quote of the day:"Hobos have a lot of hair?"-[Amy]--yeah, they don't have hobo barbers do they?