galen

when people are too close for comfort, that also sucks.

in response to my journal... im not going to involve myself with gary at all anymore. like i said, if anything, just friends.
however, last night he called me at 1130 to see what i was doing, and wanted to know if i wanted to "swing by" his house (which is about 20 minutes away, actually... what?i drive 20 minutes to get milk? no... that's not "swinging by", thats a fucking HIKE)... i said "for what?" and he said " to talk..." and i got my motherly-tone with him, explaining that if his people and him dont stop pestering me and riding my dick about whats going on between us (which, im sure you can tell by now is *nothing*), then i wouldnt talk to him at all anymore.
i could feel the dagger go into his side as i hung up.

*sigh*

and by the way... who calls you at 1130 to see if you want to just chill or talk. if its 1130 and bars close at 2... then im either AT WORK or im already out on a mission to get drunk. what a fuckin idiot.

lets talk-- you, natas, amazed, and i... about me coming out. october.

n*