Up and down weekend...

Well, Stace and I had a GOOD long fight Saturday night... I was hoping for more time with her, she was fine as is doing her own thing, I thought it sucked, she thought it was just fine as is and that my wanting time is a burden... Point is we weren't in the best place. Who was right, I don't know, both, or none of us, take your pick. I wanted a last hooooraaahhh before we had to start having bedtimes again, since that night was set aside for partying a month ago and we never quite pulled the plan off. She was interested in talking online and chillaxing on the computer, and I took offense. End of the night, I was drunk. And again in the morning too. Then we were all better, back to normal after a night of remembering why we hate fights.

No way I'm giving up my new roomie over a few arguments. I'll take the fight on 1 DAY, with 29 other good/great days, over no fun and no fights 30 days a month. You can't replace that kind of love in your everyday life. The hollow, empty feeling you get when thats gone, is as good as it's going to get. You can't replace your best friend. They're not your best friend if you can replace them on the ladder... The friendship ladder makes up your chain of friends, maybe the best friend isn't the top of the ladder... maybe they're at the base of it helping to keep everything in your life stable, not just you. Food for thought about the ladder theory...

Danielle... meeting her last week deserves it's own post, so I'll make another one later. She's one of the, "Wow, I knew you were out there..." people. You only find them when fate says you will... and we found her. It's a wonderful thing. More to come.