yellowducky's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- He's Pouting The Firefighter has been pouting since Thursday. Just because I was busy that night! I invited him to come along with me, and he declined. He then asked me out for Friday night, but I already had a girls’ night out planned. Now poor little boy is so dejected. Too bad for him that he didn’t come with me on Thursday, because Shy Guy who’s been popping up randomly since June, finally worked up the nerve to ask me for my phone number. And I gave it too him. If he hadn’t have been such a putz I would have called him when girl’s night ended at 8 pm (it was appetizers and dessert; my pregnant friend had a queasy episode). Instead, because he was being a jerk, I accepted the Pilot’s invitation for movies at his house. Which was very nice. I’m going to have to just kiss him soon if he doesn’t make the first move. He was wearing this cologne that made my mouth water. The good news ~ something that really has meaning to me~ is that my mom didn’t have to go into the hospital yesterday. She was going to have to unless her increase of meds helped. My mom is bi-polar and has fought depression every since I can remember. I knew she was depressed when I was home for a visit, but she was hiding the fact that she was suicidal. It was a little scary for a few days, especially since my stepfather wasn’t taking it seriously. He’d never gone through it with her before, and if she doesn’t want you to know how bad she is, you won’t. It was very traumatic as a child, because I couldn’t understand what was happening. She asked me yesterday on the phone if I was mad at her. The answer is no, I can’t be. How can I when every day is a struggle, but she keeps trying. Reality is that one day she may stop trying, but for right now she is still fighting. 9:19 a.m. - March 02, 2002 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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