WOW!!!!

Oh shit shit shit. Here I sit, crying all over again and wishing I had a bottle of vodka.

Lamont just called. We talked for 7 minutes. for him, that's good, of course our phone minutes are free, but he hates the phone. Of course, I had JUST emailed him before, like two minutes. He read my other emails i guess, this morning.
He said he would call me in case I was trying to hold off in calling him, which of course I am. He said Zowie is getting really big...they are having her birthday party at the rec center on saturday so he is going to that. I was soooooo GOOOD! I didn't cry at all. At least not until I got off the phone, and then the tears came....wow. Shit. I can't do anything right now. I can't believe him.

Fuck him man...
or is it, I want to fuck him? :)