*FOXIE GOT HER GRIP*
right. mr. d left today. he's been staying with me since sunday. he was afraid he was overstaying his welcome, but really, i didn't want him to leave. he made some kick ass stir-fry for me the other night. man that shit was good! no boy has ever made dinner for me. well, that didn't include using the microwave.
we watched "the order" that night too, which, by the way, i would very much recommend. it was pretty entertaining. he keeps telling me these things, these things i've never imagined a boy would actually say. like this morning he told me while i was putting on my make-up, " you're hard to read." to which i replied," maybe yer just looking too hard." he looks into me when he looks in my eyes. he searches for me in my eyes. naturally, i don't let him see. it's an old habit. he says i'm a complicated girl. that my eyes are deep, compelling. he tells me all these things that i've only heard boys utter in books or songs. not actually in real life. and all at once, i find myself averting my eyes shyly, not knowing what to say, and wide-eyed by the unexpectedness of it all. cuz he doesn't build up to these things. he just throws them out there.
i dunno. i'm simultaneously curiously drawn to him, and irritated by the idea of being in a relationship with him.
yeah, i know. wierd.
so, like i said before, i've been ignoring mr. k's phone calls since last week. there were only 2, but still. i called him yesterday--no answer---left a message. had a minute today, so i called him again. he answered this time. he tried to give me a little half joking guilt trip about not having spoken to him for 2 weeks. i simply called him on the guilt trip and dropped it. (no appologies
) we talked a little bit about what's been going on. nothing of great importance. he admitted to being an asshole. see, last time i talked to him i asked if his dog liked the little chewie toy i got him for christmas. and he didn't remember what i was talking about. course, he had been up for days partying since christmas, so one could argue that that had something to do with it. but i made him feel like shit for that anyway. he said he must have left it at his brother's house, because he couldn't find it anywhere. he told me he missed me. that he's been missing me for a while now. (one must wonder, tho, with all that missing, how come there was a whole week there when he didn't call--but whatever) we talked a little more, and he said something about having lost his "mojo." i asked him what he meant by that and he said that every time he goes to flirt he gets dissed. i told him that was because i left my scent on him. heh. then i said, "oh, i know what happened to your mojo!" "what?" "you gave it to me! now i have yours and mine." "oh, so you've been having some fun then?" "yeah. a little here and there." " well, you certainly don't need it." (a weak attempt at a compliment) "well, you can't have yours back! i'm having too much fun with it." little more conversation, and it was time to get off the phone. he said hopefully it won't be another 2 weeks before he hears from me again. "yeah. hopefully" says i. lets see how he likes to be off balance, not knowing where i'm coming from.
let's see, what else? um..... school started. it's turning out to be as much of a pain in the ass as i had expected, although i didn't think parking would be such of a fucking nightmare at 8 o'clock in the friggin morning!
my probation officer's dodging my phone calls and pleas for a rescheduling of our appt. next week.
still got an ass of community service. gonna try to get that all done this month.
my 24 hr. confinement is coming up this monday.
so sad.
other than that, just everyday mundane stuff taking up too much of my "me" time.
i hope all's well with those of you who are loving of me. hee....
right. mr. d left today. he's been staying with me since sunday. he was afraid he was overstaying his welcome, but really, i didn't want him to leave. he made some kick ass stir-fry for me the other night. man that shit was good! no boy has ever made dinner for me. well, that didn't include using the microwave.
we watched "the order" that night too, which, by the way, i would very much recommend. it was pretty entertaining. he keeps telling me these things, these things i've never imagined a boy would actually say. like this morning he told me while i was putting on my make-up, " you're hard to read." to which i replied," maybe yer just looking too hard." he looks into me when he looks in my eyes. he searches for me in my eyes. naturally, i don't let him see. it's an old habit. he says i'm a complicated girl. that my eyes are deep, compelling. he tells me all these things that i've only heard boys utter in books or songs. not actually in real life. and all at once, i find myself averting my eyes shyly, not knowing what to say, and wide-eyed by the unexpectedness of it all. cuz he doesn't build up to these things. he just throws them out there.
i dunno. i'm simultaneously curiously drawn to him, and irritated by the idea of being in a relationship with him.
yeah, i know. wierd.
so, like i said before, i've been ignoring mr. k's phone calls since last week. there were only 2, but still. i called him yesterday--no answer---left a message. had a minute today, so i called him again. he answered this time. he tried to give me a little half joking guilt trip about not having spoken to him for 2 weeks. i simply called him on the guilt trip and dropped it. (no appologies
) we talked a little bit about what's been going on. nothing of great importance. he admitted to being an asshole. see, last time i talked to him i asked if his dog liked the little chewie toy i got him for christmas. and he didn't remember what i was talking about. course, he had been up for days partying since christmas, so one could argue that that had something to do with it. but i made him feel like shit for that anyway. he said he must have left it at his brother's house, because he couldn't find it anywhere. he told me he missed me. that he's been missing me for a while now. (one must wonder, tho, with all that missing, how come there was a whole week there when he didn't call--but whatever) we talked a little more, and he said something about having lost his "mojo." i asked him what he meant by that and he said that every time he goes to flirt he gets dissed. i told him that was because i left my scent on him. heh. then i said, "oh, i know what happened to your mojo!" "what?" "you gave it to me! now i have yours and mine." "oh, so you've been having some fun then?" "yeah. a little here and there." " well, you certainly don't need it." (a weak attempt at a compliment) "well, you can't have yours back! i'm having too much fun with it." little more conversation, and it was time to get off the phone. he said hopefully it won't be another 2 weeks before he hears from me again. "yeah. hopefully" says i. lets see how he likes to be off balance, not knowing where i'm coming from.
let's see, what else? um..... school started. it's turning out to be as much of a pain in the ass as i had expected, although i didn't think parking would be such of a fucking nightmare at 8 o'clock in the friggin morning!
my probation officer's dodging my phone calls and pleas for a rescheduling of our appt. next week.
still got an ass of community service. gonna try to get that all done this month.
my 24 hr. confinement is coming up this monday.
so sad.
other than that, just everyday mundane stuff taking up too much of my "me" time.
i hope all's well with those of you who are loving of me. hee....
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Stir fry ... mmmmmm.
Sounds like boy #2 still wants to make bootie calls.