1:59

i'm a psycho.
*sighs*
looking at a picture he sent a few weeks ago
looked @ the message details.
he sent it to another number too.
i spoof called it.
from his number.
She answered.

madness ensues

8:44

the reality that i got a text from army guy last night hits me.
morning means i can no longer pretend to be asleep.
i have to face this situation...
but i think i can escape it until after lunch.
unless he texts again...

8:37

my bills are paid.
my running around is done.
i have no obligations for the rest of the day.
it feels good.
i think i may go back to bed.
i've pacified Olivia with cartoons,
and a plate of eggs, ham and toast.
glass of milk.
my bed is calling me.
i love to be able to crawl back in bed.
i'll be going back to work before i know it.
i should cherish this moment.
curl up under the covers
and resume my texting from last night.

1:59

i'm retreating to my room.

seeking sleep.

it tries to elude me.

soft covers. down pillows.

i take advantage of stretching out.

but stretching out doesn't feel as good as cuddling up.

1:31

we make distant, ambiguous plans

for a weekend rendezvous.

that we both know will never come.

12:51

a text. not from my twitter friend.

from the army guy.

you know, mr. will you have my baby?

at first i'm surprised.

i haven't talked to him much since i said no.

it just says "hey".

i think i'm going to play asleep.

it's late.

and i want to continue my current texting.

12:43

i text back and forth with the guy i talk to most on twitter at this current second. he makes me smile. and don't y'all be judgin me about textin with my twitter friends. you know you do it too. i love my twitter people. they know more about me than most people in real life. except now, those of you pseudo-voyeurs reading my blog.