Entry: Vacation Sunday, October 16, 2011



In 30 days I get to get away from the hell that is Vegas for five full days. I'm so happy I could shit myself. Really.

Jeb and I have been discussing what I would like to do while I am there. Now, let me give you a bit of a back story on good 'ol Jeb. Last time I was in town he had all these grand plans. We were going to go here and there because I had to have fun for my first time in that state. Yeah, none of that happened. We went out drinking two nights and that was that. He had something come up and couldn't spend as much time with me as he wanted. Whatever.

The next week I get a text. Something to the effect of, "I would have totally slept with you, but..." What. The. Fuck. He went on a camping trip the week before I arrived. Apparently he decided to get back with an ex during that camping trip. Mind you he was texting me THE ENTIRE weekend. But he couldn't "do anything" with me because it wouldn't have been fair to her. So, let me get this straight, you thought about nailing me, but you had a sudden attack of morals & couldn't. I applaud your honesty Jeb, but man the fuck up. There was absolutely no reason he couldn't have told me while I was sitting there with him. That is what pissed me off.

I adore Jeb & would do absolutely anything for him. We are essentially the same person. Our attitudes are identical. Our sense of humor is the same. We differ on some stuff, but it is really scary. But even with that I know what to expect from him. I'm fine with that as long as I know where I stand. I always have to know where I stand.

So tentative plans have been made and I am counting on none of them. He doesn't have a good track record. He left me hanging the last time I was out there and he didn't make it out here for my birthday. I'm OK with all that, but it doesn't give me much hope for hanging out with him all that much when I am there. That being said, I have an agenda of crap I want to go do while I am there. The best part? I can go do it all on my own with the help of public transportation.

Translation: I'm going on vacation for me. If Jeb wants to hang out with me, that's fine, but I am not counting on it or expecting it. I need the time away from here to think for myself. I need the time away from people telling me what is best for my life. At the same time, I'm terrified of being by myself. There's a little Zombie nugget for you. Maybe I'll go into ti more later.

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