  Heh, well Seabreeze lost motherfuckers. 50-20. I don't care too much about that though, because in this situation I am comforted by the words of a band named Motorhead. In a song entitled Ace of Spades they have this to say: "YA WIN SOME, LOSE SOME, IT'S ALL THE SAME TO ME!
" Good motto to have. And right now I will take it as my own... But onto the subject of a far more important matter, Jesseca. We went to the game tonight and on the way there it was all good... but then like halfway through and on the way home she was just being silent and not really responding to me in the least.
She's never done that before ever and it scared the bejeesus out of me. I think she like hates me now or something. I almost had a nervous breakdown on the way home because of it, but then she kind of started talking a little so I don't know what's going on now. She said nothing was wrong, but all I can think about is if there was something wrong she just wouldn't tell me ...
There are some pretty disturbing thoughts going through my head, but I don't think I should get all bent out of shape about it if I don't know for sure what she was thinking. But if she does break up with me or something, then i'll really be fucked. Badly bruised and broken... like a head on collision. So here's hoping it was nothin. 
