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So last night I went to a Benefit Concert for my friend Albert who basically broke his face while hiking the wind caves at [[midnight]]. It was to help him pay for the parts of his surgery that his insurance wouldn't cover- which was alot apparently. The music sucked (except Skyler's Band - The Crooked Beats) but that wasn't really the point. Duh. And it was REFRESHING to see everyone from that scene again. I forgot how much I love K-scribble, Nichelle baby, Michael "the man" Murray, and Canadian Damien.

And everyone else that I remember from that crowd. Michael made sure that I knew he was available for Math tutoring (which I will most definitely need). And talking to Damien was incredible. I love everything about that boy, and last night my infactuation for him increased exponentially when I saw his shoes. Yeah. I wrote that right.

Sustainable. Rubber soles made from trees, the straps made from vegetables.

This is love.

The downside. The only food they had was hot dogs... which is the one and only food that I will absolutely NOT eat under any circumstances, and the weather was unseasonable frigid. My hands were ice, and once home it took about 2 hours for my toes to un.thaw.

Church today was terrific. I love when we talk about the divine purpose of women. It makes me feel needed and my purpose becomes more clear the more I come to understand it. And besides all of that.. I LOVE BEING A WOMAN. So. Great topic. Thanks church.

Manny texted me waking me up from my nap. I fell asleep watching Pride & Prejudice (dang). What? He wants to talk after about 4-5 days of the silent treatment? Yeah. Ok. So we're back to this again. I didn't respond. Duh. What would compel me TO respond? The next text he sent was " Why are you so mean to me?" Really? Really Manny? So once again I'm mean. What amazes me, is if you really think that about me, then why do you keep crawling back? I've done nothing but be honest with you. I haven't pretended to be someone I'm not. Of course I've made some mistakes. I don't have all the time in the world to give you. And my life does NOT revolve around you. You're pathetic, annoying, and rude. This is probably ... around the 30th time you've said that. Not that I'm really keeping track, but how can I not with the huge list of accusations you've laid on me since the beginning. Take a gander:

I'm racist.
I hate french people.
I'm not giving you a chance to be my friend.
I don't make time for you.
I take you for granted.
I'm always tearing you down.
I make you cry.
I hate your culture.
I hate foreigners in general.
I'm a child.
I don't know how to take care of myself.

Oh. And I'm mean apparently.

I've tried to talk to you about all of this. And then the silent treatment is administered and somehow that's supposed to make me like you. Only a moron could really think that I'd stay with that. It's not physical abuse Manny. But it IS abuse. And maybe I would have put up with that a couple years ago. But not now. And good for me. So the secrets out!

The way you handle conflict is unattractive and quite frankly.. repulsive. I'm happy now.
And I don't care that you're not.