Sunday, April 03, 2005
Sigh. Grumble. Whimper.
How horrible is it of me to NOT want to pick up Mother, even though she's buying dinner? I mean, I've spent the last, oh, I don't know, THREE DAYS with her in some fashion, and I REALLY kind of hate spending that much time with anyone unless I'm either fucking them or really, REALLY want to. I'm going to do it, of course, because I'm feeling rather martyr-ish and need to eat, but still, I'd just really kind of like to get my bike out and go for a ride.
Speaking of fucking, I left a message for the one guy today, something I very rarely do. It was even pleasant-sounding, which apparently also rarely happens. (I've been told by many that I sound bitchy even when I'm not intending to, which is a buzzkill, I guess.) Been dreaming about him quite a bit lately, which may be signifying a disturbance in the force of some sort. Chances are I won't hear from him right away -- unless, of course, he's seeing someone else. He's generally been good about letting me know that, if for nothing else than to allow me to keep my dignity. Heh.
Speaking of fucking, I left a message for the one guy today, something I very rarely do. It was even pleasant-sounding, which apparently also rarely happens. (I've been told by many that I sound bitchy even when I'm not intending to, which is a buzzkill, I guess.) Been dreaming about him quite a bit lately, which may be signifying a disturbance in the force of some sort. Chances are I won't hear from him right away -- unless, of course, he's seeing someone else. He's generally been good about letting me know that, if for nothing else than to allow me to keep my dignity. Heh.