Wendy: "Are you going to be home tonight?"
Me: "I'm not sure. Probably."
Wendy: "We should talk."
I HATE IT when she does that. It means she has something bitchy to lecture me about, I know it. She is not my mother or my queen or anything else... and it makes me that much more excited about getting out of here. I don't like having to stand up for myself. I'd rather just LIVE by myself.
Last night I watched Sabrina with Kay and Jacque and Charity. I was kind of worried that Mike would want to come home and not be able to because I was there. I don't know whether he tried, but he never tried to sneak into his room while we were right outside the door watching the movie. I have come to the conclusion that he is being rather childish in not talking to me. Jacque was laughing about it, saying "He has always needed his 'space.' 'I need to go to Oregon with Lance because I need my space. I need to quit college because I need my space. I need to move to Minnesota because I need my space.'" That's really sad, if you think about it. I guess it's yet another thing to put on my "Bad Mike Things" list.
I'm tired of talking about Mike.