Day 2
This is Day 2 of my little labour of love, in case you didn't know from the title of this post. Yup, the one RIGHT above this last sentence^^. Dunno who I'm actually addressing, cos no one knows about this blog, but it's more fun to think that there's a rapt audience, hanging on my every witty word.
So I managed not to talk to him all night last night, but I, the weakling that I am, gave in this morning, as soon as I got the chance to rant about Bill O'Reilly's little expose on Brown's SPG party. Bah! It was only through Gmail though, so that means it's only the slightest of failures? :D Through it all, he admitted that he's a bit of a xenophobe. Shocker! Not being sarky there; I'm actually quite surprised (and disappointed) to know that he's not such a fan of diversity, when I've become the person I am cos of it. There wasn't much of a chance to probe into why, before he shifted the attention to someone else's flaws, as per usual, and called me a 'DIRTY LIBERAL!' :D
Work was a bit shite today, but I managed to bump into another Brown grad, who ended up being my boss for the day. Gah! Not that I have any pride, but it was odd, being given instruction from a girl who's just a year older than you. Oh, her awful awful laugh too... It's nice and hearty like, but once you hear it too much, you're ready to crack open the Canon and take a few swigs of toner. Copying shit all day means I can't wait to come home and just fuck around.
When I got off the train, I went, on a whim, into the local off licence, and it turns out that NO ONE has, in a very very long time, inquired about cider. FUCKING CIDER. Are they mad? wtf like? Tis the best! Hopefully, they'll start to carry some just for me. :D But seeing as I've only been there TWICE (and I'm Asian), they probably couldn't give a crap. So after pacing back and forth in their teeny space, I opted for a 6pack of Rolling Rock. I mean, if I'm not gonna talk to J, it's fair that I can still remind myself of him, right? :D Right now I've drunk half a bottle and it's already doing my head in. Thankfully, I carbed up with me mum's wonderful pasghetti and yummy oyster-flavoured sauce. Sounds sick, right? Well, you ain't tasted it... It's so goooood!
Tbh, all this drama with him is making me lose a bit of interest. He says that I try to pick fights with him, but often ALL I'm trying to do is to be open and share my feelings. Seriously, don't punish me for that, ho bag. He realised that he was causing the drama for once and backtracked. :P I would just like to know if this is just a phase or if it's bound to continue like this. I have all the hope in the world, and I have no problem making mistakes, but I hatehatehate iffiness. It's the uncertainty and the unknown that I despise most. I love him dearly, but I'm even willing to admit now that things just cannot continue like this. :( I don't want to tell him, cos even though *I'm* willing to go there and see for myself, he'll be a lazy bastard and end it now, so he won't have to deal with it later. Gah! Boys... Wish I was a lesbian... or a jerk. :D
Now I'm screening versions of "You'll Never Walk Alone" to figure out which to put on a mix for J. I can't get myself into books, and drinking has made me even less tolerable toward non-Harry Potter-related literature at the moment. :D I need to buckle down and start making J's prezzie or else he's in for severe disappointment. :(
Ahh well, it's time for me to return to... erm, whatever I was doing, cos I totally don't remember. Fucking alcohol. :D
the jesus to your mary,
mols
So I managed not to talk to him all night last night, but I, the weakling that I am, gave in this morning, as soon as I got the chance to rant about Bill O'Reilly's little expose on Brown's SPG party. Bah! It was only through Gmail though, so that means it's only the slightest of failures? :D Through it all, he admitted that he's a bit of a xenophobe. Shocker! Not being sarky there; I'm actually quite surprised (and disappointed) to know that he's not such a fan of diversity, when I've become the person I am cos of it. There wasn't much of a chance to probe into why, before he shifted the attention to someone else's flaws, as per usual, and called me a 'DIRTY LIBERAL!' :D
Work was a bit shite today, but I managed to bump into another Brown grad, who ended up being my boss for the day. Gah! Not that I have any pride, but it was odd, being given instruction from a girl who's just a year older than you. Oh, her awful awful laugh too... It's nice and hearty like, but once you hear it too much, you're ready to crack open the Canon and take a few swigs of toner. Copying shit all day means I can't wait to come home and just fuck around.
When I got off the train, I went, on a whim, into the local off licence, and it turns out that NO ONE has, in a very very long time, inquired about cider. FUCKING CIDER. Are they mad? wtf like? Tis the best! Hopefully, they'll start to carry some just for me. :D But seeing as I've only been there TWICE (and I'm Asian), they probably couldn't give a crap. So after pacing back and forth in their teeny space, I opted for a 6pack of Rolling Rock. I mean, if I'm not gonna talk to J, it's fair that I can still remind myself of him, right? :D Right now I've drunk half a bottle and it's already doing my head in. Thankfully, I carbed up with me mum's wonderful pasghetti and yummy oyster-flavoured sauce. Sounds sick, right? Well, you ain't tasted it... It's so goooood!
Tbh, all this drama with him is making me lose a bit of interest. He says that I try to pick fights with him, but often ALL I'm trying to do is to be open and share my feelings. Seriously, don't punish me for that, ho bag. He realised that he was causing the drama for once and backtracked. :P I would just like to know if this is just a phase or if it's bound to continue like this. I have all the hope in the world, and I have no problem making mistakes, but I hatehatehate iffiness. It's the uncertainty and the unknown that I despise most. I love him dearly, but I'm even willing to admit now that things just cannot continue like this. :( I don't want to tell him, cos even though *I'm* willing to go there and see for myself, he'll be a lazy bastard and end it now, so he won't have to deal with it later. Gah! Boys... Wish I was a lesbian... or a jerk. :D
Now I'm screening versions of "You'll Never Walk Alone" to figure out which to put on a mix for J. I can't get myself into books, and drinking has made me even less tolerable toward non-Harry Potter-related literature at the moment. :D I need to buckle down and start making J's prezzie or else he's in for severe disappointment. :(
Ahh well, it's time for me to return to... erm, whatever I was doing, cos I totally don't remember. Fucking alcohol. :D
the jesus to your mary,
mols
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