I feel mopey.

Mike really upset me, and I have to get it out of my system.

Aside from a 5-minute visit Anna and I paid him at work, I've gotten a crappy phone call every night this week... "Hi. How are you? I'm going out with ____, oh wait, ____ is calling me, gotta go, bye."

Yesterday night, he said "Going out with ___ tonight and ___ tomorrow... I'll see you on Friday."

Friday being the only night we'd be able to spend more than 2 hours together.

Ten minutes later... "Nevermind, I'm going to Ohio with ____ for a few days... so I won' see you Friday... I'll call you late Saturday night."

Problem is, I won't be here Saturday night. I'm sick of this waiting-by-the-phone bullshit. It's time I remembered who I am, who I can have, and I am definately not someone who waits by the phone for a boy. Or at least, that's how I used to be.

I have a feeling I'll be regressing into my earlier self... queen bitch of Baltimore City. The one who lashes out when she feels hurt and says things like... "Right. Pencil me into your schedule another day, I've got better people to do. YOu go find yourself a hot blonde to be rejected by."

Yeah. I'm upset and pissy.

Anyway... Lar and I have something in common.