makes it grow fonder

the thing is, i think i could be able to ignore my obsessive ways if i had more hobbies.

people become my hobby. at least thinking about them incessantly does.

and incessantly thinking about someone i cannot be around all the time makes creating my fantasy life even easier, which is something i enjoy.

i am a giant jackass

I think I will crawl into a hole for a week or so.

tgi something or other

Michael Jackson? Check.
Wine? Check.
Perfection? Check.

death, dishonor, etc

I am against the death penalty.

I will remain against the death penalty.

I can't even watch television scenes of the death penalty.

I sob, and think that it doesn't solve anything.

I somehow think that, in death, people still deserve a certain amount of forgiveness.

and i wonder who it is

Someone is manic as fuck today.

And also, obsessed.

Unhealthy, perhaps?

things i like and/or do not like

1. blood oranges
2. wasa crackers with peanut butter
3. asking me work-related things while i am on a break, specifically in the break room
4. asking me to find you drugs (because i always know where to get the best) and then telling me it's actually for your friend and asking me to meet them downtown
5. my job
6. hypochondriacs
7. succotash

social forums

i just logged into Facebook, which I do not do often.

Joel and I are still friends on said forum, apparently.

He changed his status to single today.

I almost choked I laughed so hard.

A wee bit late, right dear?

and so now i am angry.

Last night I had a dream that someone was trying to break into my bedroom by slicing the screen on the window. I tried to yell but my voice wouldn't come.

Then I flashed to the Soapbox and Joel was there and looked good -- the way he did when he took care of himself when he was still enlisted.

STOP INVADING MY DREAMS, ASSHOLE. GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY MIND.

Yes. Yes I do.

"You have a dirty mind, Aimee Elfers."

and it's funny.

I'm kind of a stoner this week.

I take it back.

I feel kind of unattractive today.

I need a shower, some yoga, and good underwear dance, and a glass of wine.

A trip to southern California would also help.

I'm just sayin'..

A day to mark down on the books.

Joel is moving today.




I feel oddly content.

Happy Unbirthday, Aimee

i BOUGHT A NNEW COMPUTER AND IT'S SO AWESOME AHHHHHHHHHH

NOW I JUST NEED TO LEARN HOW TYPE ON THIS ITTY BITTY KEYBOARD.

why can't i predict things?

I'm drunk, yes, but -- what the fuck?

When did I start calling and wondering why he did or didn't answer his phone?

KNOCK IT OFF, AIMEE. THIS IS GOING AGAINST YOUR GRAND MASTER PLAN.

sometimes i make good decisions.

I erased all of Joel's emails except for like, two, a long time ago, apparently.

Now it's time to go through photographs.

Wine is half gone.

And another thing: why doesn't Josephine cover her poop?

hit me baby. one more time.

Last night I ran into Joel at the Blue Post. He told me he was enjoying one of his last beers in this town for a while, because he is leaving Tuesday. He said it with such nonchalance that it felt like he was spitting in my face.

He will be gone in a matter of days.

Armed with a pack of smokes, a bottle of Sauvignon Blanc, leftovers from last night, and all of the albums that remind me of him, I am allowing myself one last time to reflect. To cry. To care.

I am hurt, still. Even more so, I am angry. I am pissed the fuck off. I acknowledge the bad decisions that I have made -- but I am so fucking angry. I am angry that I ignored myself. I am angry that I stood by his side for so long. I am angry that he didn't have the courage to tell me it wasn't meant to be; he didn't love me. I am angry that even after fighting in a war twice, he is a coward in real life. I am angry that I tried so hard to be such a good wife. I was supportive. I was as understanding as any woman could be when the man she loved left for work hours too early each day, or when said man didn't come home until the wee hours of the morning. I am angry for remaining so naive when, in the past, I would've known better.

I've told dozens upon dozens of people that I do not regret living in this town. That is true. With that said, I am angry that I left my family. God I miss my family, and yes, I blame him. I blame him for the outcome of our relationship. I even blame him for some of the bad decisions I have made since our relationship ended. I firmly believe that I make better decisions when I am of sound mind, and I have not been.

I will never forget the moment his father asked why I moved here. I will never forget his excuse the next day, "I don't have the same relationship with my family as you have with yours." I won't forget, but it is finally starting to sting a little bit less.

He doesn't even want me to have his new phone number. Even after we were friends, at least I thought we were, for a while anyway. He seemed to have ceased all contact with me after he admitted, on a drunken evening, that he was sorry for how it all ended. That pisses me off, too.

I find it slightly amusing that, since he wasn't able to tell me any of his future plans himself, I've heard multiple stories from multiple people. He's going to open a bar in Omaha with a friend. He's going to work for Union Pacific. He's going back to school. He's going to be a security guard with his dad. He's going to work for the DEA. I don't wish failure for him. I wish happiness; I wish success.

I just hope I am happier and even more successful.

And goodness gracious, I hope that this was the last slap I needed to get myself there. As lame and excuse-giving as it may sound, I think I've held back a tiny bit in his presence. I mean, since the end. Now I have no excuses to be that much better of a person than he is rightthissecond.

I really really wish I wasn't the one who will have to fork over the cash for our divorce. It's funny that it was $45 and the cost of rings to get married, yet it will cost at least $500 to get unhitched in the state of North Carolina. Ugh.

I really wish I hadn't been so hasty. I really wish that I paid more attention to logic than my heart and my happy little imaginary life sometimes. I wish I had listened to my mother.

I really can create perfection in my mind. In my mind, we were about to have it. And then reality happened. And then I created a very poor reality for a while. Seriously, what was I thinking? Oh, right. I was on the search for someone who was nothing like him.

I still am, I'm just slowing down the steps. A lot. Finally.

tonight

shall be excessively excessive.

'dear old love' can read minds.

Obstacles

I know the distance is a factor. As is your inability to admit that I am a total babe.

post script

I am pissed that Jason is merely hours away in some lonely hotel and I cannot hang out with him.

what the fuck is the internet?

I forgot I had a blog, apparently.

And honestly, I'm not sure I have anything new to talk about.

I am constantly repeating the same thing over and over.

Obsessing over the same person(s) that I cannot have. Always based on things I cannot change -- distance. Timing. Uncertainty.

(JUST BE HAPPY ON YOUR OWN FOR ONCE, AIMEE!)

I do feel as though I'm slowly -- slowly -- getting things under control.

I do feel as though the sooner I am able to quit my job at Castle Branch, the happier I will be. Sure, anywhere I work will not ensure all-time absolute happiness, but I feel like that place just drains my soul. I feel (jesus christ i say 'i feel' a lot) like the whole purpose of that company has been lost through the years due to money-hunger. Protecting families, and children, and the elderly has seemed to lose importance -- making the extra buck is what matters.

To add to my existing sourness, I think one coworker is such a hypochondriac that I just want to shake her. All she's talked about since getting married is planning a family, which is all good and fine, except that they decided they'd start trying in a year, which is also fine. The bitch is that she's already started talking about how her billions of "ailments" are going to make her have the most miserable pregnancy in the universe. IT'S A YEAR AWAY. LET IT GO. BETTER YET, REALIZE THAT LIFE IS GOOD AND THERE'S REALLY NOTHING WRONG WITH YOU. My supervisor is also a little bit of a hypochondriac, and a disgusting human. She talks with her mouth full, has smelly feet that I can smell through her shoes and socks, and only looks out for herself. The funny thing is, I don't hate these people at all. I just don't want to be around them all day everyday.

Phew. I didn't even really know I thought all of that!

In closing, I want to go to school and become a famous chef cheerleader princess.