Steady pace

All I can do today is laugh at the world.

The New York Jerk called last night to let me know he was coming in town this weekend. I really want to give him the benefit of the doubt. However, he called at 12:38 a.m., 1:23 a.m., and 1:39 a.m. He left 2 messages and was fairly coherent. Somedays I wish I was a push over or a sappy girl who gushed over the fact that, "HE CALLED!". But, lets be real. He was drunk at a bar on a Tuesday. Yes once again, a boy was just being a boy. That door's locked tight with a dead bolt.

The terms on which I will spend time with someone have changed, but my attitude has not. The terms are never completely acceptable and change with time. Respect has always been a huge item, as it should be. We all drunk dial our friends and laugh at them later. We pass the phone around to others and have them listen to the funny message that was left at 4 in the morning by so and so. That's funny. In relationships, it's not. Especially when you have not spoken in 3 weeks.

I've spent much of my life trying to figure out what was wrong with the fantasy, what's wrong with the boy, or what's wrong with me? It's a practical way of thinking through each situation, extracting the good, accepting the bad, and learning from the experience. It's really quite shallow, as it's my view on the terms that I have chosen to accept at the time. Right or wrong, which I know I can be, and dare I sound cliche, but timing truely is everything in love and orgasms.

The Rockets attempted their 9th win in a row last night against Seattle. They had several days off between game 8 and 9 due to the All Star Game. They were ahead the first half and took several chances. Unfortunately, they lost in the last few seconds by 2 points.
My buddy didn't play ...seems someone had to much fun in Vegas with the boys over the break.