Don’t Di

Right after work I drove as fast as I could to Dianas, which from where I was was 45 to 50 minutes away, and got there in half an hour flat.

I drove away 2 minutes later, to some slower music (by The Polyphonic Spree) and didnt really feel too angry that she wasnt there, that shed stood me up, that shed pulled it out from under me.

My gas hadnt even really gone down at all.

I tried calling her but no answer and I was sure she was avoiding me, sure.

Then I saw School of Rock, which rocks tasty abs washer board style, instead.

Watched Willard, which was actually very nice, AnnnnnnnD:

Got an email from Di: entitled, ;( im sorry.

I will not reveal what she said, not that its really mattering, but I answered with: and I quote, :).

The title of this entry is what her number is under in my cell phone, just so you know.

This is a weirdly written entry, and I’m sorry for that.