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My mind is very full right now. I could write you a short story on a whim, if you wanted. But instead, I will write about my day a bit, and then what the 4th of July means to me. Pretty much all that was note worthy today was that when I was sent out on my daily adventures (sent on a wild goose chase to find information on companies that purposely AVOID business). I was sent to get information on the Democratic party in Los Alamos. I felt like I was working for the enemy. XD Plus, the place ended up being right next to the radio station, which I had not been by in a while. Altogether, that was kind of nerve-wracking. Luckily, there was nothing going on there at the moment, so I still am not yet obligated to put their information on our list of organizations. MUAHAHA!!! Anyway… I’m dizzy, and my concentration is just like… WHOOSH. So that is my excuse for not sticking with any one subject at the moment. So… uhm… OH YEAH! 4th of July. Well, first of all. I think fireworks are sexy. Seriousely! Shut up… ::pout:: And what else? OH! Tinkerbelle comes for your soul on the 4th. Teehee!!! And… “I am Tinkerbelle, I come for your soul!” heh-heh… But besides that… I really like the 4th because I have been successfully able to gather one core group of people every year. Jen, Heather, and Emily. Of course, every year there is an additional person or two, but it’s usually just us 4. Since Jen’s family is out of town, I don’t know if she will want to do anything. We know about Heather. Emily is in Europe! I have no additions to the group this year, unless my cousin Patricia comes up, which she may, but not likely with Alien-fest going on. Yes, my cousin is a Trekie. Despite the disappointment, this has been the first time since I gave up on my fair-weather friends that I have any remorse. For all the times where I would have been hurt by their lies and excuses by now it shouldn’t, but it still bothers me that they never even admit to thinking of me. It has been healthier for me though, not being let down so often has let me have a little bit more faith in the people who show me love. I think they notice it too. I don’t want things as they were. Frankly, I’d rather not see them, for fear of the hurt resurfacing. I just want people to know that I have forgiven them, I love them, and I wish them well in their lives. Think of me softly when we said goodbye. Remember me every so often. Promise me you’ll try... Recall those days, look back on all those times, think of the things we'll never do -There will never be a day, when I won’t think of you...
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