Here is a photo of a discarded six-pack container in the gutter from last Winter. I'm thinking cold thoughts during these dog days.
Okay, um. I'm not sure how to write this post. The only reason I'm even putting it down here at all, is so that you'll know where my head is (exploding) and that my heart is kind of broken right now.
Mr. Dateman broke up with me tonight. I won't go into a lot of detail and this is probably the last you'll ever hear about it again. He's going through some shit and doesn't have the time or energy to devote to anyone else. Although I'm very sad, I still really care about him and hopefully we'll always be friends. Logically, we all know that if the timing doesn't work, then things weren't meant to be. I'm just not feeling super logical at this point in time. I'm sure I'll get there eventually.
Luckily for me, the girls were at their dad's house tonight, so I had the place to myself to wallow. If I were in any state to leave my house, I might have gone out and bought a bottle of whiskey, put on some George Jones and done my wallowing up right. Instead, all I had was a bottle of Corona and it didn't seem like the right drink for wallowing or George Jones.
Tomorrow I only have to work a half day because I'm registering Coadster for high school. Then I plan to run a few hundred miles. I'm sure by then I'll be ready for the escapism and the free high. So, yeah. I don't have much else to say.
I'm going to try to figure out how to take off the comment feature. I'll turn it back on tomorrow. I'm pretty much a train wreck right now and there's nothing to really say about that. The best thing to do at a train wreck, is drive by slowly, keep quiet and be thankful it wasn't you.