Picture It... Sicily 1943

sadly, without even digging all that hard i was able to locate all sorts of entries regarding ending things with the boy. i glanced over a few entry titles and read a tiny bit but just a tiny sampling i was able to find quite a few that have me dumping him ofr good. should you care, here are the ones that i located so far:

• we named the dog indiana - 2.16.04
  
• spoke in my cycle - 1.26.04
  
• relationships and other malarky - 12.22.03
  
• spine located, status so-so - 11.21.03

i'm not sure if i can really detect a pattern here. that's not really the problem, is it? i'm pretty damn sure what the problem is and you might be, too. i am dating someone that refuses to admit that he's in love with me, if he is... which he might not be.

i've been doing this for over a year, too. that's more than likely what is getting me down, right? would this get you down? now stop and think what you would feel like if you had mismanaged depression, a crap job and scary roommates to deal with? could this possibly all add together to make me the raving loon you read about here? i'm not sure.

what i do know is that today is doll's birthday. tophalf organized for us to take doll out to the monte carlo. it's an old-style steakhouse in the warehouse district of minneapolis. i'm looking forward to it. i just dread possibly having one too many to drink and then going on about how my love life smells like rotting bananas. i don't want to be that person.

i am happy that the long-winded entry about the boy that i felt coming has been a "greatest" hits entry instead. or perhaps it's more of a flashback entry like the golden girls have... picture it - sicily 1943...