LaMar's birthday is tomorrow and he's coming to see me because I still have a cold and didn't feel like traveling this weekend. I've got a nice afternoon of movies, walks in the community rose garden (not the one-trick-pony trick rose garden), art galleries and my fav-o-rite Italian restaurant.
On another note..... Othello is on a date tonight with someone that he likes and is nice to. I went to see Bee Movie tonight at the same theater O and his date were at. No big whoop - they didn't see me. I don't really care other than that last year when I lived with him, we drove by the Christmas lights in my new neighborhood almost every night.
It seems like there were more Christmas lights last year. It all seems so melancholy to be home alone... be living alone, boyfriend lives out of town..
You know, I don't want to be with Othello. I don't think there was ever the kind of emotional fulfillment that I feel now. But then why does it feel so funky when I'm sitting here in the dark, enjoying the holiday lights in the neighborhood?
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