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No smoking in the Waiting Room.
Posted on May 15, 2008 6:22 PM
It's really starting to seep in that Dave and I just might not work out after all. Four and a half years of waiting is tiresome and I just don't know how much longer I can do it. Grant it, there was a time period where Dave worked nothing but nights, I worked nothing but mornings and on Dave's nights off, I attended my night classes. As hard as that was, we made it through.
Now our schedules pretty much work in sync. Dave works all mornings with the occasional work day that lasts until 7:00 PM (NO WEEKENDS!). My schedule ranges from 7:00-3:00 or 11:00-7:00 with the exception that every six weeks or so it's my due turn to close Friday and Saturday. I see no flaws or excuses for why we only see each other once a week, and not even that sometimes.
So...
Spending time with each other only occurs when it's convenient for Dave. Forbid I have plans, I get sarcastic remarks like "Oh, now you have a car you don't know me anymore" or "Oh, now that you have a car you have friends now."
Double standards I assume, Dave can be too "busy" for me but I have to be the one with no life waiting around for spare time!
P.S. The 21rst is Wednesday next week, our 5th anniversary. If Dave remembers, he may have just saved us after all.
BUT...
If he forgets, it will be the straw that broke the camel's back.
The only opinion of value is but your own
Posted on May 17, 2008 4:56 PM
First off I would like to say that this entry was very influenced from those who either A.) do not like Dave, B.) only agreed with me breaking up with Dave because he/she wants me to date their friend, or C.) all of the above. Yes I will verify that everything that was said was true... to an extent. It was true if you only looked at it from that point of view. Little did I know, I was also ignoring our relationship. Phones go both ways and as much as Dave didn't call me, I was in no hurry to call him.
The fault is part mine. Unconsciously, I assumed that no phone call from Dave meant that he was busy. My mind was set to default Dave as busy; from all the years when he was too busy, I guess I never reset my thought process. No way am I excusing Dave because he as well didn't pick up the phone and call or text.
We both equally need to work on our communication skills.
(Secretly, I need to work on deciphering other's opinions as healthy or as unhealthy. Those who hold a grudge against Dave or those who have friends 'whom consistently get screwed out of love and I'm the next best option' are... unhealthy opinions. Unfortunately I am surrounded with people who do not approve of Dave, which sucks but I never once cared what others thought.)
Betty Crocker don't got crap on us!
Posted on May 22, 2008 1:30 AM
Today (well if you want to get technical, yesterday) marked mine and Dave's 5th anniversary together. *lovey-dovey sigh*
Much to my surprise, and sadly I was surprised, Dave remembered all on his own. I received a phone call wishing me a "Happy Anniversary Babez" in his cute, little, adorable tone in which I refer to as the "HunyBuny talk." Where all R's are pronounced like W's, there's a slight stutter, and all talk resembles that of a two year old. Our very own language which we use to communicate with each other (I know 'gag me cute').
Anywho.
Once Dave came and picked me up, plans were made to bake a cake together as an ode to our 5 year anniversary. The thing was so hideous and adorable all at the same time, thus making it the coolest cake in the world. It was lopsided with bare, icing-less spots and separated at the middle causing everything to cave into it.
Betty Crocker ain't got shit on us!
P.S. Dave will forever be known as "Betty Cocker" to his family.
P.S.S. The reason to my surprise is because of prior, failed anniversaries.
The 2nd yr. anniversary, a very cruel joke was played on me while I presented Dave a $500 ring.
The 3rd yr. anniversary, I bought a very nice, loving card, but Dave forgot our anniversary. So I tore the card to shreds and burned it in the bathroom sink.
The 4th yr. anniversary, Dave forgets again and informs me on his "true opinion" about anniversaries and how they're just like any other normal day.
My shades and all it's glory
Posted on June 14, 2008 11:39 PM
I would like to believe that not all men are lacking in the communication department. I would also like to believe that my man doesn't fall into that category. Unfortunately, he does, no denying it. How hard is it to tell me that you just left your house instead of telling me that you're turning down my street now. I'm not dumb, venturing down my street is not a 15 minute journey, sorry.
Anywho, last night; huge communication failure on Dave's part. Instead of just telling me that he already had prior engagements, I was left dangling on a string waiting for him. When all else failed, I gave up on our plans and moved onto Plan B. Staying up a friend's house in preparation for Sand Castle, which was also a huge FAIL!
I place a pox on the rain, but at least I got the coolest pair of sunglasses out of it.
Jealous?
What comes before Part B?
Posted on August 23, 2008 11:34 PM
My cherry has been popped, that's right peeps, I've just attended my first house party. Friday was the big day and being that only a few people attended, I still call it a party none-the-less... because I'm a loser like that.
To sum it all up, it was a fun filled night of beer pong, Sing Star, jello shots, and Slip-N-Slide at two in the morning. Which by the way is not a very wise idea, especially when you're drunk. I learned this after I bruised my hip and scraped my elbow...
Due to the fact that my camera is craptastic and knows not how to focus, the bruises are barely noticeable. Believe me they're there. For starters, the scrape on my elbow was more vicious, I just so happened to be bored as hell at work and decided to peel off all the dead skin. AND I'm lucky I didn't dislocate my hip. Whose bright idea was it to put the dang slide next to a cement pathway? Sheesh.
Lets not forgot the million mounds of itchiness I have all over my body due to mosquitoes and the big scrape on Dave's rims as he attempted to drive drunk. Epic fail, but overall fun night.
Hurt or be hurt
Posted on October 2, 2008 11:53 PM
Hurt or be hurt.Someone once said that to me, never quite sure if I ever agreed to that statement... maybe once to an extent.
I've always gone through life hurting myself before anyone could have the chance to hurt me, just to spare myself the pain of un-inflicted heartbreak. Not with Dave though, he broke me of that habit and I fell in love with him.
But here I stand today, breaking both our hearts... and I can say I completely disagree with that statement; hurt or be hurt. I rather be hurt than to cause someone else pain; knowing it's all because of me that their heart is breaking. If I could, I would take the pain away from Dave and suffer twice.
My house NEEDS fumigated
Posted on October 21, 2008 8:51 PM
It's been close to a month since my last update. Let's just say my house was plagued with flesh eating diseases hence my absence. No... really, I was just avoiding what was facing me the instant I slowed down and had a moment to myself. That my friend pertains to my last entry.
I'm going to put this as shortly as possible. Much to my dismay, I've lost what I had with Dave, emotionally. I haven't felt the same about him, so I took a break from our relationship. On that note, I did as much as possible to fill up my spare time so I wasn't left sitting alone, beating up on myself on how horrible of a person I was. (Which is mostly to blame for my blog neglect) When I was finally ready to talk to Dave, and Dave being ready to talk to me, no words were spoken. Like the fool I am, I cried my eyes out for an hour and somehow we both came to the conclusion to start off as friends and take it slow.
< Insert Happy Ending >
Pumpkin carvings
Posted on October 25, 2008 11:57 PM
Surpise, I am digital-camera-less yet again. My poor, poor camera died last night... may it rest in peace.
Anywho, Dave took me to a pumpkin patch! After which we carved our pumpkins!
(This exact photo really shows me just how obsessed I am with cows.)
P.S. It's seriously a cow, not a pig, note the horns.
