Why do people...
Have to play games? I'm starting to doubt whether I saw the real Danny at first. Whichever one is the real one, I don't like the one that's here now very much. Now I know he's got a lot going on and he's stressed, but that's really no reason to suddenly morph into an asshole. I'm gonna give it some time, because I like the Danny I met at first, and I'm hoping he'll come back sooner or later. It better be sooner though, because I'm not going to put up with this for much longer. He had a redeeming moment Saturday night, when he got incredibly drunk and spilled his guts to me, and it was actually really cute and sweet. Until today when he retracted it all and said he was drunk and none of it counted. Granted he doesn't remember what he said so he's probably freaked out about that, but he didn't really say anything bad or scary. I told him he said he really liked me and that he apologized for being a jerk about some things lately. He didn't rectract the "didn't count" statement at all. Well, fine then.
I'm done whining, we'll see what happens. It's Monday again. Where did that weekend go? This is the beginning of 3 weeks with no break, since I absolutely have to work the next two weekends, no ways around it. I'm not really looking forward to it. I'm not really looking forward to much of anything right at the moment. Not to mention the fact that not riding is starting to absolutely drive me insane. I almost can't stand to look at the pictures I have sitting around I miss it so much. I'm having dreams about it, consistently, and remembering them. I generally remember one or two dreams in a YEAR. There have been five or six now, in the past couple weeks. Why did I have to pick the world's most expensive animals to be involved with? And specifically that aspect of them that is one of the richest and snootiest horsey avenues you can take? I'm certainly not either one of those things. Oh well. Someday I'll get to ride again. I had a pity party last night and sat and watched my videos on the computer of riding in Maryland.
Maybe I wasn't done whining.
I'm done whining, we'll see what happens. It's Monday again. Where did that weekend go? This is the beginning of 3 weeks with no break, since I absolutely have to work the next two weekends, no ways around it. I'm not really looking forward to it. I'm not really looking forward to much of anything right at the moment. Not to mention the fact that not riding is starting to absolutely drive me insane. I almost can't stand to look at the pictures I have sitting around I miss it so much. I'm having dreams about it, consistently, and remembering them. I generally remember one or two dreams in a YEAR. There have been five or six now, in the past couple weeks. Why did I have to pick the world's most expensive animals to be involved with? And specifically that aspect of them that is one of the richest and snootiest horsey avenues you can take? I'm certainly not either one of those things. Oh well. Someday I'll get to ride again. I had a pity party last night and sat and watched my videos on the computer of riding in Maryland.
Maybe I wasn't done whining.
posted by HM @ 7:41 PM
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