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.
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.
______________________________________________
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.
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why not kick the crap out of them both?
(I know that has to have been said already)
You are so good for my ego....and yes, yes I DO need a wife.....
If I thought you were even slightly serious, I would start saving my pennies this morning to come get you and have a Vegas wedding....or at least seduce you and cause you to fall madly in love with me!!
And now I will HAVE to post a pic to prove I'm not a loser who never gets female attention, and so is falling all over you for nothin!!
[Edited on Jul 12, 2005 6:22AM]