solo sundays

It's just one of those days ya know? The ones where you start out with all these plans and then one after another they fall through. I was supposed to go to breakfast- but she never called- I don't blame her- I'd be busy too. I was supposed to go out with my mom- but she ditched me for my dad. I don't blame her- she never sees him.

I wonder what Danielle's up to these days. I don't know why I care- She never did.


The wind just shook the house. I wouldn't want to go out anyway. It's terribly miserable outside.

I have this urge to build a gingerbread house. A nice one- I just want him to make one with me. But he doesn't want to. I wish he wanted to.

I'm going to spend the day making post secret postcards and mailing them. I wanted to mail them before the end of the year- nows a perfect time.

I should probably work out too. Lord knows I just spent a buncha money on this wave thing and I have yet to use my own.

fuck.