You know that feeling you get when you’re looking forward to an event? It doesn’t have to be anything special like a vacation or a holiday. It could be just a weekend, a dinner or even a phone call.
Well, I’ve really grown to hate those. Perhaps God is playing an everlasting joke on me. Every time I look forward to something, as in can’t wait for it to happen, day dream about it all the time and can’t go to bed at night because of the excitement, that event falls apart in front of my face.
For example, this weekend. I’m supposed to go to Monterey. There’s a key there waiting for me. But it’s “not a good idea.” Sure, parading me in front of all your coworkers is a fantastic idea. I just love the fact that you told me to dress up and look sharp. Somehow, though, rubbing your ex-mother-in-law’s nose this weekend will just completely turn the world upside down.
I’m not totally senseless. I’ve spotted the slow waning of excitement for a few weeks now, but all of a sudden, it’s “not a good idea.” Well maybe it’s a good idea for me to not answer your phone calls for a while or not have time to see you for weeks on end or maybe, I’ll just tease you to death and then leave you hanging, cuz sweetheart, oh sweetheart, that’s exactly what you’ve done to me.
In case you haven’t figured it out, I may be trying a honey sweet tone over the phone, but I’m extremely disappointed in your several faux pas, and I’m not sure if you know or care.
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P.S. I ripped the picture from this site, which I’m newly in love with. This illustrator/videao game artist is hugely talented, and I hope he doesn’t mind that I’m using his picture. Hehehe. 
