emotionally wrecked, friends, and the Buster-Brown.

blue moon
you saw me standing alone

without a dream in my heart

without a love of my own.

work was hell tonight. I didn't realize being near to him in any proximity would be THAT difficult. but... but the time my shift was over and I made it to my car, I was having trouble breathing and I was fighting back the tears. Once I got home and mentionted to my roommate how difficult the evening was, then the floodgates opened and hello crying. and its just like..... ughhhh. how can ONE PERSON get in under my skin so deeply? I thought i'd been guarding myself carefully enough to prevent that. Obviously not so much.
SO- i drank almost 5 whole bottles of Blue Moon tonight (yum). I'm still floating on a beer buzz and trying, unsuccessfully to push all thoughts of him out of my mind. It's only semi-working.

Jaime Frank came over tonight to drink with me and Ally and Katrina. So nice to spend time with that boy. He's just such a good person, even if he chooses not to show it sometimes. I thoroughly enjoy being around him, and I hope we get more time in before he leaves us for the beautiful land of Sun and Orange Trees- he's attending the University of Florida in the fall. (I've chosen to forgive him for his poor choice in schools. Gators blow, Seminoles all the freaking way!)

Monday marks 1 full year with my Buster-Brown. I can't even imagine dealing with this last year without that boy in my life, he's my baby, my rock, my eternally supportive companion. And, despite his sometimes stubborn and frustrating behaviors, he's the best decision i've ever made. SOOOOO grateful for my baby-dog. I sure as hell didn't rescue him, He rescued me.