nursesugar

Whooh. Another crazy weekend. Michael and I went out to party with his Momma on Friday night... we sang some karaoke, and I got like 100 compliments on my voice. Yep, I rock. Then saturday we drove allllllll the way down to York (like 1 1/2 hours from Mike, yeesh) to see a band and hang out with some pals... only, my bitchedness takes over and I decide to start a fight. Isn't that great? Argh. So we had our first real fight, I guess. It was tolerable. I cried, we made up, we're more in love than ever. Now I'm back home, missing him ridiculously. And I'm sick as a dog. Heh. But it's alllll okay, cuz somebody in PA loves me! I possibly may not see him again until two weeks.... I can't wait until June when we don't have to do this "part time relationship" shit anymore. It really sucks ass.

Jim is getting pretty psycho with me. He told me "without you in my life there is no life for me." Yeah great. Cuz THAT'S what I need right now. What the hell do you say to something like that? Why does he not figure out that I just don't wanna do this anymore and split? Why does he not figure out that there's gotta be somebody else... does he REALLY think I'm visiting my friend in Maryland every weekend? I'm never home, and I never tell him I'm going. I just split. God he's CLUELESS! This sucks. I just need to fucking GO. I'd go right now if I could. But I gotta pick up my mom from the airport tonight and now I'm sick as a damn dog so I'm stuck home anyway. Damn.

At least I got my baby boy. Thank god.

No gay daily questions today. I'm feeling too serious.