calypso

So, I wake up this morning and call into work sick.

I venture out into the living room and see him and her crashed on the couch.

I don't know how to feel.

She keeps calling him "Babe" and shit like that.

I can't leave until I can successfully get all my shit out of here all at once. Especially my bed...

I understand what you guys are saying about it not being her fault, and not kicking her ass, but can you understand how fucking disrespectful it is for her to even show her face around here?

Fucking hell.

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On another note: I talked to solithan last night for a long time. He and I were great together.

We had a little summer romance a year ago in Philadelphia, and it was fucking explosive. The first night we hung out, we started talking at about 2:00am in the stairwell.

By the time I left his apartment, it was around 8:00 or 9:00 in the morning. We had done nothing but talking. There were no awkward pauses, no disagreements, nothing. We had such a connection, even from the beginning.

When we started having sex, it was in-fucking-credible.

So, yeah, we talked a lot. I miss him.

Fuck Texas. Come out here to California, man.