bethb's Diaryland Diary

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no fred. i will not play skee ball with you

i got an email from fred flintstone today saying, effectively, we should go play skee ball.
part of that i agree with.
i should play skee ball.
i should play skee ball with someone else.
le mari says i should give it another go. i say no. big emphatic no.
lonely. yes. i am lonely.
desperate to make lame small talk, even over skee-ball lanes i am not.
i can spend hours giggling and not making out with bitchboots and have fun.
i can also spend hours thinking of how cute bitchboots is and wishing we could spend time making out but no.
bitchboots doesn't think of me that way.
bitchboots would also probably look on the playing of skee-ball as a waste of money. which is a mark in the negative column. behind the negative mark indicating i think he loves his roommate and at the very least behind the mark where he's obviously not into me *like that*
why does any and all discussion of like and love reduce me to sounding like an 8th grader?
i had another annoying dream last night that i had roommates with whom i lived for 6 months but never met.
they were a guy and a girl and they were obviously dating and they more obviously looked alike. although not related-like. just similar. smooshy mousy faces with big chins and foreheads and glasses.
and the girl drove a car that looked like my friend jeffrey's old car zelda.
poor zelda.

anyway. yeah. no to fred. i don't have any time anyway.

11:53 a.m. - 2006-02-08

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