It's three days before Christmas and the anticipation is now verging on panic ... and procrastination. I suppose what difference does it make if you buy all of your presents a month before they are needed ... if you don't have all 812 of them wrapped by now? Or the tree *completely* decorated? Or a plan for transporting all those boxes to their next destination?
Oh ... and someone congradulated me on the "getting laid regularly" statement I made in my last post. Thanks alot for jinxing it ... in like what? An hour? A day? No problems for over a month, and then BAM! Well, I should have known better than to talk about something like that. I guess I shouldn't have spoken so soon ... easy cum, easy go. I think you owe me a beer!
And since we have never hooked up ... I guess you realize that was a joke and not some nepharious plot to get $5 out of you, right?
I mean, I know he thinks everything will be okay tomorrow, but if you keep insisting your NOT my boyfriend ... even though you call/see me nearly every day and even say you love me, whatever that is ... but you yell at me and call me names and pick fights to avoid coming over when I want to fuck (yes, literally, that was my unreasonable request) ... hey, sorry, doesn't go both ways. You have to buy the vehicle before you can kick the tires or change any of the standard parts. I'm okay with a meaningless, yet ongoing, booty call if you actually treat me well when you're around. How crazy for me to have expectations at all, huh? I know, that's what they keep telling me.
But gosh darn it ... that dude was supposed to be my friend. We were hanging and laughing and hitting the 420 for a lot longer than we've been screwing and I hate to see a good friendship go. Why do dudes get stupid when they get their dick wet? When I actually expect something from them, it is as friend to a friend. All my non-sexual friends would not feel that I was trying to control them if I had a need. So fuckin' say no ... but don't get mad. I always hate to see a quality sex toy go, and whatever else you can say about this idiot he did know how to fuck.
How To Know If You're Dating A Loser
Well, enough drama ... just venting where no one knows yet one more of my loser/psycho boyfriends. When is it MY turn to be the psycho again?
Off to vons.com to shop for my Christmas dinner ... Roast Beef and Yorkshire Pudding. We have a nice white trash tradition to bowl on Christmas. I hope you have great holidays and that you get your stockings stuffed!
Peace out!
Suzy
P.S. I'm still happy and I won't let it suck to be me!
Love,
T. to the muthafuckin C.
p.s. Psycho boyfriends/whatever they want to call themselves suck ass. I'm sorry you had to go through that hun.