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Ok, ok, ok, OK. I admit it. I was the rebound girl.

Ahhhhhh... Feels good to say it.

So, I totally fell for this guy who had just broke up with his girlfriend and swore up and down that he liked me and "didn't want me to be the rebound girl"... (see? we even talked about it too! Sad, really.)

Oh, and it was SO painful. We still talk and smile and hug etc., etc. I am beginning to realize why all my friends said that probably shouldn't be the case.

He gives me these perfect hugs. Oh, if you had one, you'd understand why I have such a hard time letting it go. He picks me up and squeezes me- I giggle... I have tried to not emit said giggles many a time, but somehow they still come out.

I am still not sure how we went from what we were to what we are. I don't think I'll ever know... I know he won't offer the information, and I am too chicken/lame/whatever to ask why... (not like I don't already know why- I just want to hear it from the boy, you know...)

Oh my goodness. Those HUGS. Perfect! I don't know how he can interact with me all the time and not realize how freaking awesome I am and how happy I could make him. I know that sounds conceited/egocentric/whatever but I don't give a crap. We would be so rockin'.

EFF THAT.

*Never an answered/returned phone call (even when relatively important...)
*Never an explanation as to why the sudden freeze
*Totally, totally, totally used.

Enough said. I think I have plenty more bullets (never appreciating things I make/say/do, lack of opening doors for me, etc. etc.) but I have to admit that I am forcing myself to think badly of the guy. Even still! Makes me sick.

So many boys that treat me so much better. And STILL!

My favorite thing said this past weekend (by my awesome brother, Derek): "My sister is NOT someone's string-along girl!"

Damn right bro. I'm done. Yeah, no more "And STILL!"...

(In absolute truth, I still get butterflies when I see him, and I am absolutely broken hearted, but I refuse to suffer one moment longer...)

I AM NOW ACCEPTING APPLICATIONS.

So, in lighter news- Katie and I decorated our Christmas tree. Wanna see? Yes, you do.

This is me and Bean putting the crowning glory up- Our own little hick angel. HOT.


These are our stockings. Bean is Spongebob and I am Spidey.


We got this rockin' tree skirt that came with stickers to make your own holiday message. This is ours:


And this is the beautiful final product! (After a couple trips to H.E.B., a cheese and Wheat Thins break, and the Special Edition Aladdin DVD...)


Ok. So me and the aforementioned boy are still going to be cool of course, but to close the "in love/like/whatever" chapter- I am going to give one final broken heart song for ya'll to mourn with. Yes, I realize it is K.D. Lang, but I maintain that broken hearts are universal across the sexual orientations.

K.D. Lang - Crying

Tonight: KVRX Club Night @ Emo's. (Bobby Conn Inside Show, Les George Leningrads, Oh, Beast!) See you there- and please, please, please- accept the matchbooks, stickers, and pins that we give you. Your acceptance equals our continued batch of free shows. Thanks.