I hate my life
Jul. 21st, 2005 07:20 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
starzkiI really don't hate my life. It's just gotten very interesting all of the sudden. And I like my life boring.
Just as I was about to email the boy to see about going out next Monday to a game, I get an email from the Usual Suspects about going out on Saturday. And when they say going out, they mean they intend to tear up the whole town. And the Crush (who is not the boy) will probably be there. And I have to finish up the rough draft of my article this weekend.
Maybe when I'm out on Saturday (I was thinking about saying "no" but I have no willpower when it comes to this stuff), I'll ask a few of the Usual Suspects out to the game on Monday to keep things between me and the boy platonic. I don't need or want a boyfriend in my life unless he comes to my house, does my dishes, ravishes me, then leaves without causing any problems or distracting me in any other way. And he's not allowed to talk, either. Boys have a knack for always saying the wrong thing. That's why I love the Puppy. He's very quiet.
I know. I'll just shut the hell up and stop complaining about people wanting to spend time with me and having a job that I find challenging and hard but ultimately fulfilling. Shutting up commencing... now.
Just as I was about to email the boy to see about going out next Monday to a game, I get an email from the Usual Suspects about going out on Saturday. And when they say going out, they mean they intend to tear up the whole town. And the Crush (who is not the boy) will probably be there. And I have to finish up the rough draft of my article this weekend.
Maybe when I'm out on Saturday (I was thinking about saying "no" but I have no willpower when it comes to this stuff), I'll ask a few of the Usual Suspects out to the game on Monday to keep things between me and the boy platonic. I don't need or want a boyfriend in my life unless he comes to my house, does my dishes, ravishes me, then leaves without causing any problems or distracting me in any other way. And he's not allowed to talk, either. Boys have a knack for always saying the wrong thing. That's why I love the Puppy. He's very quiet.
I know. I'll just shut the hell up and stop complaining about people wanting to spend time with me and having a job that I find challenging and hard but ultimately fulfilling. Shutting up commencing... now.
