this would be because twice in the past I’ve gotten my knickers in a twist and unfriended him. I haven’t tried to friend him again. I feel like Lucy holding the football for Charlie Brown. part of me would like to have him as a facebook friend- part of me wonders if he would actually re-friend me (and rightfully so).

it’s been, oh I don’t know, at least a month, maybe two, since that last blowup. I’ll give it a year or so and then friend him. my feeling about it is kind of reminiscent of being sent to my room to think about what I did… kind of sucky, but not as bad as waiting till dad got home to spank me.

we used to call my mother “The Bolter.” I am totally The Bolter. gotta work on that.