Hello faithful fanclub,
As mayor of the only respectable city in kc’s mind, I suppose I am suppose to sit here an tell you that everything is fine and under control. Or how about everything is going to be better in due time. I suppose to some degree I can tell you that. I’ve been through far worse in my life with cancer and all. But wow, what a blow I took today. I think it all started today with my conversation with lauren. Or should i say lack there of. I think it’s painfully clear that we have nothing important to discuss with each other, besides of course simple talk. uh, yea, cool, awesome is about the extent of what I had to say. I dont’ know why either… and on top of that work bites. I suppose I never really took a step back to see what all work has to offer. I mean, I do spend the majority of my time there. But today they were like "so seeing as you mean jack diddly to us, we are going to break up your team, you know, the people you’ve come to know and respect the last few months and we are going to move you, with only a two week notice, and oh, by the way, were not sure exactly if we can meet your expectations when it comes to scheduling(sp?)" So obviously I was ticked. I do understand why they are doing it, to make way for bigger and better people but still… its obvious now that we do mean a whole heck of a lot to them. I mean, why not just move our pod? Anyways… with work and lauren things are going just peachy, I wish….

So enough of the disappointing stuff on to better, happier news. Lets talk about betsie. But first, lets talk about how I almost died today. My roomate was driving his REAR WHEEL DRIVE car in the FRIGGIN SNOW, and I didn’t know it was rear wheel until we went for a donut in the middle of our appartment complex. Hehe, ok, it definetly wasn’t that bad, but this is where my good news comes in. Not only do I wish betsie were a woman, for I know she’d want to be with me and cherish me for me, I know.. well deep down I do. Anyways, to make my point, BETSIE IS A SNOW GODDESS A QUEEN well I’ll leave you with that good note. Nighty night… as I go to finish my new layout…

kc

Wow, has it really been a month since i’ve last posted a journal entry? Geesh, it sure doesn’t feel like it. Hoenst it doesn’t. My roomate, my new roomate moved in, it has been about a month which is so weird, It feels just like yesterday I was dreading the day that my roomate was to be here. Anyways, I still can’t figure out why I am typing this silly journal entry rather than doing my group project for my english class. God I hope I never have to lay eyes on another english essay for as long as I live! Anyways, as for me, betsie is getting fixed monday. It has been long overdue. I finally got a cd player for her, it looks sort of weird, but definetly a cool add-on for her.

Today it snowed, and today I realised that I am only 11 months away from moving away from denver. Once upon a time kc was so anxious to get to denver, and now that I’m here and making it, I wish to return home. Maybe I wasn’t ment to be out on my own? Who knows…

As for lauren, I havn’t spoken to here in a while. I mean, I spoke with her the other night except for the fact that I’m not quite sure if it was on good terms or bad terms or what. I went out to a social gathering when I should have stayed home. I feel so frustrated sometimes. I mean, she knows what she means to me, and yet she thinks I’m a bad guy. I’ve tried my hardest, well.. obviously not good enough but I’ve tried none the less. I would go to pick her up an hour early, Everything I did, I’d always try to incorperate her into my day, washing my car or running errands with me ect… Maybe I shouldn’t be saying this, but I am definetly feeling this. Sometimes I feel that I’m completly wrong for her. I mean, I try to maintain chilvary, I wouldn’t even concieve of laying a hand on her, my hear would melt just touching her hand, or is it becuase I feel I try to do to much? Or not enough? I honestly don’t feel I’ve won her over like some of the fellows before me. I can remember nights when I used to curl up in my bed with hootie and the blowfish blaring "let her cry" as I thought about her, and what she’d used to say, "he’s so nice to me","why am I so lucky". she was so happy. I suppose now that I am sitting here, thinking/reading/typing all of this, I may have ruined it for her. All of this is my fault in some way. So was so happy… that’s all I can think about right now. Maybe I’m just jealous. That has to be it. I hate jealousy, but I guess that’s what you get when you think about a gorgous woman (inside and out) for an extended period of time. Maybe I should blur her name out. But then I suppose i’m hoping that she reads this. And in the same sense i hope she doesn’t. I don’t want to fight anymore. I dont want to be apart or alone anymore. I would give anything to take one more ride with betsie, and she in my passanger side seat, watching her sleep as I pull up to a red light. Deep down there are two parts of life. Dream and Reality. To have one more drive would be a dream, but reality… reality is just cruel.

I need to finish my paper now. Thanks citezens of ozweegoville for hearing my plea

peace
~Mayor of OzweegoVille~