Well. What a weekend. I cannot believe we all made it home in one piece, the smell of disaster hung in the air all the time, but we scraped by without too much heartache and despair. On most counts anyway.
My kittie is missing again though. Please come home tonight The Minifat… I couldn’t bear to lose you!!!!
I am in love. I so so so wish I wasn’t… I was determined that I would do nothing else bad until I had resolved my relationship issues at home. I was positive I would stick to it right up until half way through a bottle of bacardi. Alcohol is such a bad idea if you are making resolutions with yourself. Mental note for next weekend… NO GROG!
I wound up with my pain in the ass love again, but I don’t think it was a very good idea. I am falling further and further in love with him. And it sucks because his sentences always end in but… and I am feeling like shit.
We really click when we are “together” but when we have to talk to each other in the light of day and sober it is awkward. In the dark we say so much, in the light it seems silly that we could have said that! Well it seems like he thinks it was dumb. He keeps telling me he is no good at expressing feelings etc, but he is good at it when he tries, and oh god why am I drivelling stilllllll……….
Upshot of weekend. Made out, felt up, then ignored.
“I don’t give a dman if you don’t like me cos I don’t like you cos you’re not like me” ~ Bloodhound Gang