i don’t want to move too fast

feeling.. good.. yet.. tired. eh. it is kinda late. 2.37A. meh-neh. i’m listening to spread. i like it. it’s a fun song. i also just finished one of my UCJ’s so i feel GoOd. and junk. too bad the song changed. but it’s paul simon so i don’t mind. *she’s got diamonds on the soles of her shoes*

anways, i finally got a hold of his mom who told me he’s gone (ironically winding up closer, possibly). no response. all i want is the fuggin ring. none on email or cell or even a home call. jerk. and i feel justified saying that. no upkeep whatsoever which was what HE wanted. i guess it’s a good thing i’ve winded up not really caring. sorta becoming like those memories of john and tommy and rob. and slightly will? ::shivers::

other than that, bad-rob has quit calling. i’m glad. i just couldn’t deal with him. ::thinks:: i always end up with extremes/far end of the spectrum fellas. john was always there and accesible. chris was the cool guy. george was the kind one. joey was the (Xtreem) wild one. nick was the guy to talk to. bad-rob was the one with the right touch. sean’s the one to laugh with (although he doesn’t really count). isn’t there one guy out there somewhere that manages to embody all of them? preferrably without the gay guy in there? or at least of combination of two or more. with looks thrown in for 25 cents extra. no fries. thanks.

hrm. i think i need to grab some dinner real quick and go to bed. up at 7.3 anyone? ::raises hand and cries::

*~^Debbi^~*

PS: i don’t remember giving permission to a certain Kid to read this. you now know who you are since i capitalized the word Kid.. twice. ~ , ~

PPS: do you think those things look like ears? the charcters i have sprouting from my name?

PPPS: sorry about all the symbol usage. it’s bc of the UCJ. this is the last PS. sorry for so many.

PPPPS: did you know PS stands for post-script? ..* ! *.. sorry. i’m leaving right now.