yes I know
2002-05-09 / 6:33 p.m.

I've not said anything about the weekend. Parts of me are disappointed and parts are thrilled.

I spent three hours with him in the park. We sat at a picnic table, walked around the park, talked (?)

It was the perfect date... if only he'd known who I was.

Then I called Thug and told him I ran into some friends from high school and I'd be home a little late. Driving home, away from that park, leaving him there alone, it was pure torture. But I didn't cry. Nope. I think I'd feel better if I could.

Little by little I'll talk about it. But why bother when I know I'll remember every little detail of that meeting forever inside my head. Or is that my heart?

I touched him. I can only hope I touched him on the inside as well as out.

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Tonight the tub man showed up an hour and 15 minutes late. I busted my butt to get home after Thug calls me at work to say he'd be late and could I rush home to meet the guy. Oboy. Wasn't this guy supposed to show up last Friday?

He patched the tubs for now. Of course we get high each time we walk past the bathrooms.

Pizza and Survivor tonight.

Last night I listened to Kidd Chris (too lazy to link it) for the first time. Very, very interesting. Pastor Jack and Pastors little girl. I'll have to remember to link those later.

This weekend I hope to do some cleaning of the house, the car, and stop by Denios for that hot sauce sign I never bought Thug. Our 10 year wedding anniversary is drawing near.