#111

Ehhh....I'm not so sure its a good thing Buddy knows my feelings for her co-worker. She used them against me tonight, threatened to tell him things. I'm a bit scared. She did promise not to say anything but I guess nothing is really stopping her. Damn, damn, damn! I hate the way she makes me feel. How only desperate people could possibly like me. Thanks for that Buddy, thanks.

Remember trying to pack for breaks in Europe. How you'd have to fit everything into a teeny tiny bag? because carting around a suitcase for two weeks was just way way too much? And sleeping in the London airport? And the crack addicts in Prague? The Cold War era train from Budapest to the Czech Republic? The very handsome guard that scared the crap out of me but also held the baby as he evicted the family from the train? Orrrr the drunken English guys from Amsterdam? passed out in the hallway? talking with them through the shower door as I washed my hair? Pomme, Frances, and I all sharing one bed many times over? That horrible overnight train to Paris? The night in Florence I spent making friends with the toilet just because I wanted to prove that the bottle of wine was perfectly ok? Searching for a damn phone booth in London that worked because I just had to call Toi and I could never live with myself if I didn't call her right away? Seeing Blood Brothers with tears of laughter rolling down our checks? 

Ahhhh, good good times. I wish we could do it all again.

I miss you all.

ETA: Tonight, I learned from someone who kinda knows them that the members of Flickerstick are kinda assholes and that makes me so so sad.