My my my. Another interesting conversation, with someone connected to my ex. Interesting indeed. Sooo my boy is drinking. I seriously hate misunderstandings but as Stef said, it's not my fault. It's such a long story...lord. I think I have to call him...and I'm scared...so when I gather enough energy and guts, I will.

This always happens of course, just when I'm settling down, something always comes up to just fuck it over. What is this about? Is this again some kind of sick joke that God is trying to play on me. Stop it!!! I don't need emotional shit again. You know I don't. Dammit. Let me stay neutral just for a little while longer...

In others news, today was awful...god.. I hate umbrellas. Was generally soaked despite pretty umbrella. Note : Umbrellas don't shield blowing rain from wetting clingy jeans and feet in sandals of course are inundated while trying to cross rivers in the notwelldrained streets. They also aren't really easy to hold, especially when less than light, blowing with wind, and when you're holding a very uncomfortable stupid plastic bag, trying to prevent a roll of expensive paper from getting wet (which did).

So I spent money (that was for other stuff which did not have to pay for immediately), and bought some paper and stuff for my final project for class. Damn expensive things. So they rolled it up and put it in this bag, and it didn't stay in properly, so the top got wet in the rain...much to my pissiness.

My feet aching from walking too much wasn't much comfort while being uncomfortable, hot (was sweating desoite the rain), and having my clothes damp and sticking to me. The only good thing was the fact that I scoped some seriously hot guys. Goddamn.

Other next suckass thing about today - I missed the Italy and Brazil matches. Dammit!

Daily tally :
# times things in lame stupid bag almost spilled out in town : millions
# times hit people with umbrella : less than 10 I swear
# times thought about dropping umbrella somewhere : 2
# times feet got soaking wet in great sea of water in port of spain streets : 4
# hot guys seen : many
# matches with hot guys missed : 2 - 3
amt money that does not belong to me spent : $80 - $100 - bank is getting squished to pay back
# calories sucked up : 2 million and 1 (walked off the fruta)
# times wanted to cry : 3
# times cried : 1
# times emotionally fucked over : 1
# times complimented on smelling really good : 1
# times gotten free taxi ride for smelling great : 1 (yay - even though was ugly dude who talked too much)
# times pissed off by person (will not call names) who is showing off about JUST having good sex : 1

Dear Lord...it's a sad day with 10 more minutes to go. Let tomorrow be better? Please?

"I'm walking away, from the troubles in my life, I'm walking away, oh to find a better day"