minor urban soap opera

Drinks with Dreadlock tonight. Her ex-boyfriend (broke up just two days ago) ended up coming into the bar we were hanging out in. He hates me b/c he thinks I'm trying to steal Dreadlock away. I don't want Dreadlock, I want SK to come home from Australia. Dreadlock's ex-boyfriend, hating me, sat at our table and never made eye-contact. I asked myself what I was doing with such a bunch of children and I left as soon as I could.

Now I'm home. Sitting at my cluttered desk w/ four pictures of SK staring at me and all I want to do is curl up in the bed with her, but she is thousands of miles and seven weeks away. Pining away. I am pining away.

I miss her. That's all.