It's Arlo's birthday and Albertson's has hot box boys and Elias is still my friend...
4:51 p.m. | 2003-09-23

Yesterday was seriously crappy.

I got in a fight with Elias over the stupidest thing ever…

I got a big black stain on my work pants five minutes before I had to go in…

The idiots at Starbucks still don’t understand what NO WHIP means…

I got alllll the way to the Brea Mall before I realized my wallet was in my backpack on my bed in my room…

And last night at around 11pm as I was making my first attempt at this entry, the power goes out.

Ugh.

First off, me and Elias got in a seriously huge argument over the fact that I wouldn’t let him buy me lunch…

He actually was so upset at me that he drove us back to his house, got out of my truck, and walked inside the house…

I really thought he as just messing around until he wouldn’t talk to me. I really don’t understand him sometimes. He knows how I feel about people buying me stuff, so I really don’t understand why this time would be any different. I’ve never had a boyfriend pay for my meal, so I’ll be damned if my best guy friend does. I’m just not used to that. It’s an independence thing I guess. But he doesn’t see it that way. He seems to thinks it’s because I’ve never been treated properly by a guy before, and now that I have a guy in my life who does things for me, I freak out.

It’s true.

But I don’t care.

I can buy my own cheeseburgers thankyouverymuch.

I thought he’d get over it in a few hours and call me and everything would be okay, but by 8pm and still no call from him, I started to get nervous. I ended up calling him from work.

Me: Baby, you still mad?

Elias: No

Me: REALLY!!!

Elias: no, I’m over it.

Me: So you love me?

Elias: yes, I just got done emailing you about it.

Me: YAY! I’ll read it when I get home…

Elias: okay, just stop acting like a shithead all the time…

Hehe…

The joys of our friendship…

This is what his email said…

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Why do you do this to me? Why do you make me hate you?... I seriously felt like ripping out your brain and running it over, over and over....and over again. Anyways, I'm over it now, I can't stay mad at you cause when I think about it I realize that you will forever be dumb and I can't change that... Just know, next time... please let me treat you once in a while because I don't think it's fair that you do things for me and you won’t let me appreciate it by at least buying you food or something of the sort...talk to you later…

***

blah.

In other news…

ARLO’S BIRTHDAY IS THURSDAY!!!

YEA ARLO!!!

Wanna see a picture of Arlo pimpin da ladies...

oh yea.

I’m baking him a cake as I write this. Ooohhh…speaking of cake…

So about an hour ago I get in my truck and head to Ralph’s to get the cake stuff. I got there and realized they didn’t have the type I wanted. So then I decided to drive on over to Albertson’s.

I hate Albertson’s…

Well, until today that is…

I saw the most beautiful box boy ever.

He was all sexy with spiked hair and caramel skin.

His name was Roman.

I know this cause I saw his nametag.

He kept looking at me.

And then I looked at him.

And then I smiled.

And then he smiled.

Then I got my bag and left.

I LEFT!!!

I WALKED OUT AND DROVE OFF WITHOUT SAYING ANYTHING!!!

UGH!

Sometimes I seriously don’t understand myself. There was a perfect chance to get to know a cute new guy that I was certain was interested in me, and I left.

Because I’m a moron.

Needless to say Imma start shopping at Albertson’s instead of ugly box boy Ralph’s from now on…

BOO-YAH!!!

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