5:52 p.m. | gold soundz | 2003-12-02 |
Reaped | i am so pissed. it's not pms, it's ms. today has been a slow sick sucking day. & i'm not just saying that b/c i'm listening to crooked rain crooked rain at the moment. crab found the blog. he wasn't too mad. more confused that i could say such things & post them on the internet but not say them to him. that i was plotting my move out last February but didn't mention it til the month before the lease went up was irksome. but we see we're still here. but now i can't confess the deep dark secrets. or i can with the caveat i'll be discussing them in longer, more torturous ways later. fuck. why am i on the computer after 5 hours on the reference desk anyway? so i sent cabbie an email today. not a fuck you email, let's just call it, "regret" Hey Cabbie I had a nice time last night. However, I don't think it is in my best interests to see you anymore. You are very bad for me, precisely because we get along so well & I have this propensity for coming back even when half of me is screaming 'what the fuck, he's a fabricator & controller with more ulterior motives than you can even dream up & HE ALREADY FUCKED W/ YOUR HEAD ENOUGH THE FIRST TIME'. This is not some implant by outside forces, no gun is held to my head, this is just common sense beating back my Id. But hey, at least I got a cd out of it." & i did. The twilight singers' first album. appropriate. & more than i got the first time. so he calls later, not after a curt & brief email pointing out how passive aggressive i am, but could we chat after work? but it's only another reiteration of the same tired ordeal. "You're bad for me. i don't want to talk to you." "But we're shopping at saks tomorrow, right?" Riiiight. then my phone ran out of juice & kept beeping over every other word he said, so instead of some poignant adieu it was more of a BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEPbuhbye. And that's all fine & good. b/c he is bad for me. Or else i wouldn't be feeling like shit right now. But again, maybe its just the [p]ms. or the pavement. Go back to those gold soundz |
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