"F*%# you Lucy"

That's the name of a song by some hip-hop group that Scott listens to. He's probably blasting that song right about now seeing how I broke is heart today. God damn I am a bitch...I feel like shit. That's all I can really say.

So far this is the advice I have gotten:

Anne: "just give it a few days and see how you feel"

Megan: "this is megan. I can't get to my phone right now......"

Robert: "don't worry, you're a strange duck. but you're pretty cute. So get over it."

my dad: "call him as soon as you get off the phone with me and tell him you made a mistake."


I stopped by wax track on my way home because I was feeling like listening to some sad music. I bought four records:

1 - R.L. Burnside (recommended by Adam)
2 - Sam Cooke (recommended by Collin)
3 - The Postal Service (whom I am deeply in love with thanks to elizabeth)
4 - Skeeter Davis (I thought of this one by myself...I'm probably the only person who like her anyways.)