As Oscar Wilde once wrote, "Women aren't meant to be understanding, they are meant to be loved."

Thus, I stop understanding women long long long time ago.

You were about to marry this women when she broke it off, right? And now she wants space but your friendship and penis on the side?

I don't know if I could do that, myself.

Obviously, I have no idea of what's really going on there, but I think rejecting an engagement ring doesn't necessarily mean she doesn't want to be with you. If my girlfriend were to present me with one, I sure as hell would turn down the offer. Not that I don't love her, I just think it's too much of a commitment. Then again, I'm also much less comfortable with the opinion of being married than not.

In other news, the CM Sentinel I mentioned a page or two ago is now working fine. Seems that updating the firmware works on a 32-bit Win 7, and not on a 64-bit one.

How to know when you've hit the lowest point yet:

When you have to borrow ten dollars from your 11 year old cousin so you can mail items you sold on Ebay for two dollars each, all to avoid a Ebay charge that would have put you $60 or so dollars in further debt.

Not too proud of myself right now, to be honest.

My mother lost her job today.

What did she do for a profession?

Marketing.

After a shitty day at work I headed homeward at 21:40. Half-way home i ran into a stick on the ground and my bike just stopped in place from full speed to zero. I flew over the handlebar via my crotch and groin to the nut that holds the handlebar. I also got cut on bot legs from the hitting the handlebar.

To add to everything I'm supposed to work 07:00-20:00 (in 5½h) today, but I dunno, I simply dunno.

I bought the ring, just had not popped the question.... I had still been figuring out how to best pop the question.

So for clarification we had dated, broke up, back to friends w/ bennies, moved in to the same place, started dating, started talking serious about life, then broke up, and now back to friends with bennies....

Okay. Yeah. I'm with you. That's confusing, and I don't understand.

I'm guessing she got cold feet. meh we will see.

My dad used to borrow money from me when I was 12, only he did it a lot (I moved pipes for money with the neighbors). I'm sorry for your predicament but at least you aren't that bad:)
Sounds like she's pretty perfect as friends with bennies. You can always bail if it gets too insane, after marriage... yeah, harder.

Not that I'm trying to downplay your injuries, but I've had it worse. I honestly have no idea where I was or what happened back then, but the upshot is that I was thrown over the handlebars and literally landed on my face. It wasn't a pretty sight. The only good thing was that I had been riding on a sand/dirt track, which produced mostly shallow cuts and scrapes so some healed in two days and most were gone within a week - I reckon that tarmac would've torn the shit out me. I looked like Arnold Schwarzenegger in the end of Terminator 2, so I decided to spare as many people from seeing me as I could by making my brother do my shopping. Luckily, I had long hair back then, so I used them for concealment when I absolutely had to go outside for lectures and stuff.

I still have a scar to remind me of that. In addition to the one that I got from the stone thrown at me. And the military combat harness. And the hatchet accident. And the seatbelt cut.

And this is why I never learned to ride a bike.

^me too.