That's a bitch move, Jeep...

Today's got to be ending up the dreariest day in the world, and I can blame it all on rain and the ineffectiveness of Jeep tires. All I've wanted for the last...oh...3 weeks is for it to be today, now all I want is for it to be over so I can stop thinking about how low this feels. There was a car accident, thousands happen every day, but today it had to be the one that kept my date home; now I'm stuck going to Caberet with an empty seat beside me and feeling more lonely than I could possibly have expected. Everyone was okay in the accident, for those who think I'm being totally selfish here (and I am...I wanted my date, damn it!).

Anyway...I just hope I can set up another one soon because even after getting bludgeoned over the head with my hopes today, I can't forget how excited I was or how good I felt before everything went downhill. I could barely sleep last night I was so excited. It was like Christmas as a little kid, but even better because someone like this doesn't come around every year. Apparently, the Grinch has taken to stealing dates as well as Christmas...I bet he was driving the other car, or at very least putting oil down on the roads.

Though looking forward to attempt number two, my current attitude is very much in the "Fuck this" department.