2004-04-07 I fall in love with flakes
A big "screw you" goes out to Timothy Lee Pothoff. Or, as everyone else in my world knows him, Tim.
The fucker left town Sunday morning with the travelling hippy kids without telling anyone. At all. The only reason why anybody knows that he left is because someone saw him. I found out because I was chatting with a friend of mine, and he mentioned that he left town. "Oh, he wouldn't leave town without telling me-- wait, yeah, he would. Shit." After work, I went down to his workplace because if anybody was going to notice him missing, it'd be them. Apparently he just didn't show up on Sunday, no phonecall, nothing. His parents tried calling there to get ahold of him.
Then I fell to pieces in the middle of a pizza shop. Luckily, his coworkers like me and comforted me until I pulled myself together enough to walk home. Sobbed the entire way home, called my mom, sobbed at her for a little while, then called a friend of mine who met me in the park across the street and I cried at him for a couple hours. I'm kind of tired today.
I'm done crying about it now, though. I'm still a little sad, but mostly pissed off that he didn't even tell me. Or anyone. Nobody's surprised, which is terrible -- I have an uncanny knack of finding the flakiest person in the room and falling madly in love with him. But, it was exactly what he needed to do and what he was talking about doing, so in that sense, I am happy for him. So long as he's happy, good for him. But he's still a dickface for not telling me. The most vindictive thing I'm wishing on him right now is "I hope he misses me. ALOT." He just needed the opportunity, and... well, there it was.
It's really best that it happened now instead of, like, a few months from now when I'm really wrapped up in this kid. Before I feel like I wasted my time on him. As it is, I had fun. It was a great couple months. At least there's that.
So, yeah, dirty hippies stole my boyfriend (screw you, Tim Pothoff). Kind of like my Lucky Charms. It's tragilicious.
On top of all that, I still have Scarlet Fever from my Strep, and THEN I had an allergic reaction to my antibiotics (which I wasn't allergic to the last time I took 'em). So my entire face, neck, chest, and most of my stomach and arms are covered with a nice rash. FUCK. It actually just looks like I'm a little sunburnt. I went back to the doctor, and she changed my antibiotics. Now I'm on über-power-anitbiotics.
I **heart** **heart** this doctor. She takes me seriously. Yaaay!
I've been drinking alot of water and consequently peeing a ridiculous lot. But I have milk at home now. Yaaay.
6.33pm
