Time Out.

I sent London Greg a message on Facebook. I don’t know why. I really liked talking to him. He seemed to be interested in me as well but his relationship status said that he was seeing something. We never really talked about that. So I can’t be upset that he hasn’t replied to my e-mail.

Last night I got a call from Wii. I’ve been avoiding him out of habit. When it’s just us I’m ok, but when we’re around other people I get really quiet and withdrawn. I don’t know why. So he kept telling me about work as usual. That some inebriated girl asked him out while he was taking her order. He contemplated asking her out, whether or not she’d remember giving him her number, if she’d reject him on the spot. I told him to go for it even though I can’t seem to follow my own advice. He wanted to hang out this weekend because he’s off work. Probably to some straight bar/club/whatever. Those don’t work out too well for me but apparently he has some vendetta against the homo establishments.

Meh. What can you do?

I decided to take a hiatus on the whole work out thing today. When I walk barefoot around the house I get these stabs of pain if I step on something that’s not leveled. I guess that’s what I get trying to get back into it on full blast. But the same goes for other aspects of my life.