Olympic Rings of Love
It’s as if Peaches actually spent the night at Jimmy’s place, having makey outey serious conversation time with BRG and I. I’m the girl of her dreams, but Jimmy, the guy who introduced us and who just went upstairs to go to sleep, well she’s dating him too. Oh, and he’s a really good friend of mine. Sooooo…I’m pretty much going to have to make myself be a good person and step back, butterfly love it let it go, comes back to you and all that shit or something. For the suck of it all, it was an amazing conversation and I’m really glad to have her in my life….regardless. (I totally snuck out at 2am and shoveled her car out from under three feet of snow though so she can get her perscription filled tomorrow [I think it was her car], which makes me the biggest passive aggressive sucker every)
So next weekends 3 day burner camping trip with BRG and Jimmy should be interesting. I’m not sleeping alone in my big cold tent while they share bliss. Not to be malicious, but I recover best through shared body heat, even and especially if it means nothing. <–talking shit to make myself feel better…may or may not work out that way.
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