I just love being threatened. Maybe it wasn't intended that way, but that makes twice I've heard that exact phrase used, from the same person, and it sure as hell feels that way.

Let's see, first date was 6/28/02... breakup was 9/04/02. That's... about 67 days, give or take.

Today is 10/14/02. It's been about... 40 days. That gives me 27 days to get over or shut up.

I need to leave this city. Leave my computer behind, get a new phone number, new cell phone, and new life.

I wish it were six months from now. I wish it were six years from now.

Fuck. I wish I could stop feeling.