my eyes are officially dried up after tonight... i did an unbelievably heartless and self-absorbed thing and i can't shake the way it is causing me to feel... i forgot my father's birthday... what's even worse is that i called him on the special day only to request the balance of my visa bill and to say hi, but no warm wishes... it dawned on me tonight as i spoke to him on the phone that i had completely forgotten the day... after saying "i'm sorry" a multitude of times, i got off the phone and cried for roughly an hour to wash away what felt like a sin...
regardless of the fact that the past five or so days have been a bender of drinking, assignments and late nights at hotel tara (as my friend from windsor visits, crashing on my floor each night) this is my father people!!! the man deserves some birthday wishes or even a truckload more than that... fingers crossed that the lame-ass hallmark belated birthday e-card i sent him minutes ago will place a slight smile on his face and redeem me as a sort-of-some-what-kinda-good daughter...
so this is how i treat the men i love... shit...
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the saying may go that "actions speak louder than words," but in my opinion words actually shout decibels above any move one could make... so expressive, interpretive and intense... all you need to find is a method to your madness to avoid rambling nonsense...
