Possible Redemption/Crazy Assumption in Open Diary 2001-2018 (Pre-Prosebox)

What is wrong with my computer? So painfully slow. Do you suppose it’s contracted a virus? Oh please. I hope not. I wonder if there’s a communicable disease on Friendster? Yikes.

So I finally talked to Best Bud today. I swear, I thought she was going to be horribly upset with me. I mean, she’s been talking about this trip since our white trash Texas tour back in June. It is her 40th birthday, and she wanted everyone to be there with her in Honduras. But I’ll be honest. I don’t SCUBA dive. I’m not sure I even have the desire. And I’ve been to Honduras before. And I know it’s not the same being there for vacation vs. work, but I don’t really have the desire to spend my vacation days there. NOT diving. Just there. Of course, I should go simply because it’s Best Bud’s birthday and those are her birthday wishes. But it doesn’t help that I’ve already made plans to go to New York smack in the middle of her weeklong celebration. And honestly, that makes it impossible for me to go anyway.

So.

I finally picked up the phone. I was ready to grovel. I cringed when she answered the phone. I really wanted to leave a groveling message rather than speak to her directly because I knew she was going to give me a rash of shit.

But guess what? I got no such rash. Not even a bump. In fact, I was greeted with hushed excitement. She had just boarded a plane. On her way to a city where she has a business meeting tomorrow. A city that just so happens to be the city where her lover lives. Is it wrong for me to be happy that she’d forgotten to be upset with me because she was on her way to carry on her illicit affair?

I don’t know any more.

Whatever. I can’t make it my problem. I think she’s getting to the point where she wants to get caught. She’s pretty blatant about her discretions lately. I just hope that her poor husband never ever confronts me about it. Because she unloads and unloads on me. And just when I think she’s done, she unloads some more.

And she wants me to meet her in Miami at the end of the month. That’s where my redemption comes in. We can make it a girls’ weekend. And that makes me feel better. Especially since I’m sometimes very uncomfortable around her husband. I know waaaayyyy too much. And he knows it. He knows that I know. Ech. It’s all just too screwed up for words.

I’m just happy that she’s not pissed at me for missing the big four-oh. Now I won’t have to miss it! “Our” celebration will just be postponed a couple of weeks.

Started talking more seriously about buying a house. Until I had a long conversation with the parentals tonight. Uh. Who said anything about putting 20% down? How the hell am I going to come up with at 20% downpayment? What was I thinking? Honestly. How could I not have thought about stuff like that? I really need to save for another year. But then, will I even be here in another year? And what will the interest rates be like in a year?

It’s my dad that got me thinking about the whole 20% thing. I mean, he seriously thought that I had that kind of $$$ just sitting around collecting dust. I wonder where the hell he thinks I might have gotten a chunk like that? I mean, I have a baby nest egg. But it’s a tiny little egg. Certainly not the dinosaur egg that I’m gonna need if I want to buy something other than a cardboard box. Then my mom got on the phone and told me not to worry about all that crap. I don’t need 20%. Sure, it would be nice, but I certainly don’t have to put that much down.

I don’t know. It’s all so boggling and I haven’t even stepped foot inside one single stinkin’ house yet.

I think I’ll put the house thing on hold for a few days/months/years.

I did something really retarded today. What else is new you ask?

I’m too tired to even type the story out. Let’s just say that I forwarded the wrong e-mail to the wrong person. And it was an embarrassing mistake. And I don’t want to talk about it right now.

I’ve obviously run out of steam here.