Gtl… is going to die
I feel like dog poo. It’s 9:42 and he hasn’t called. This means the lines are blocked yet again. He hasn’t tried all day long either. Ugh. I can’t wait to get paid next week because as soon as I do I’m going to throw an account open with GTL so I can have reliable phone calls. This is depressing, anticipating phone calls and then being let down because he can’t call me. I miss him, so much. Is it Sunday yet? I can’t wait now, I wanna hug and kiss and hold him for 6 straight hours. *kicks time* Speed up!
I’ve downed 9 jello shots and they taste horrendously foul. However, I’m feeling damn good physically. I think another 3 or 4 are waiting for me along with that bottle of vodka. What a fun night. Tomorrow can be lax and then Sunday I’m on the road again to my lover boy. *sigh*
238 days left.