It's In The Past

Slept for 10 hours. Man, all this nothing I do is sure tiring. Tim came over in the morning again. He needed to borrow some money to get his transcript from Grossmont, and I needed to use his phone to call the County, since I use most of the minutes on my plan talking to him. He asked if I was going to go through his texts. Probably not. He also rinsed out his yogurt cup...into my water pitcher that I was filling up. Apparently, water filters don't filter out yogurt, as the water was all cloudy, even after emptying and rinsing. Somewhere between all the sleep that I need (that still isn't enough) and these things, there was stuff bubbling under my skin. I don't think it's wrong for me to be upset that he's still fucking Will. He says we're broken up now, and we broke up so that it wouldn't upset me. Apparently the last time they fucked was December, when I went through his messages, and apparently they actually dated.......I'm not sure how I feel about that. I guess I'm happy that him cheating wasn't just a one-off fuck. At the same time, it doesn't seem fair to me. I keep friends who fuck people who hurt me at arm's length; so why is he, who is not only fucking someone who hurt me, but actually hurt me himself not at arms length? He advocates letting the past be the past, and says I'm wallowing. I'm wary of bygones; the instant after something happens, it's in the past.

He left, I ran some errands. Had a quick hook up, stopped at the bank, then at the gym. Forgot my phone at home; no music = fast workout. Got home and slept. Matt stopped by earlier than he said, but I was asleep. He dropped off my shirt. I had told Matt McMann I would meet him for Glee at 7. I hate Glee, but like Mr. McMann, so I planned to be late enough to miss it. Apparently 7 wasn't the time for Glee, it was just the pre-party, so I was really just on time. D'oh! We drank, we chatted, I spent the night but didn't fuck.