December 31, 2009

We he’s back. And we’ve talked.

And still no news for the hell is going on.

But we went to the Ram after work and didn’t give me a hug when I left.
Everyone there supposedly got mad at him for being that way.

I texted him my new number and he told me he would call me, because there’s something he wants to say.
Then he called, drunk (because he’s Ben) and said he’d rather say it sober.
Then invited me to his house tomorrow to watch a movie.

I’m sort of relieved.
But I want to know what’s so big that he can’t say tonight.

Fuuu-uuu-fuuu.

Yeah.