2 posts tagged “couch”

I knew it was going to, too. 

From the moment I woke up I knew I should have just stayed in bed.  Shut the alarm off, roll over and go back to sleep.  My insane, idealistic self wouldnt let me do it.  Being the freakish optimist I tend to be, I figured it was all in my head and climbed out of bed.

The day just started shitty.  I was in a bad mood and tired and yada yada yada.  I went out to smoke with Chris and that's when my landlord asked me about the broken screen.*  I told him Lesley got locked out.  ('Cause I don't think we're supposed to have squatters without his okay.)  Then he continued to question me about it.  Not that big of a deal... but crappy nonetheless. 

The bad vibes then felt it was time for Christopher and I to have a fight.  (A big, blowout, kind of fight.)  Chris has been staying here for about a month and a half.  Now that Shaz is staying here too the house is getting a bit crowded.  Somewhere along the line I decided that I would tell Chris that he's gotta find a new place in two weeks or start paying rent.  (He's offered before but my theory was that he'd find a place faster if he saved his money to move instead of paying us.)  I have a hard time talking with Chris about anything serious because I don't know how he's going to react to things.  This is a problem I've always had and will probably continue to have.  Anyway, he was fine with the actual two week thing but it moved on to more shit.  Deeper more emotionally related and draining shit.  That... that was exhausting. 

Oh boy did I cry.  And cry.  And cry.  I haven't cried like that in a while.  Now, in all fairness it wasn't just because of the argument he and I got into, there was just a lot of built up shit in my head and this was the catalyst that set me off. 

(I hear a train.)

So yeah, I cried and cried then showered then cried some more.  By then it was time for me to stop the self pity train and get ready because the Terrorist was going to be stopping by.

We ended up going up to his place where we ended up having couch sex.  Then the condom broke.  Fuck.  Big fuck.  Big, double, shit, goddamn, ahhhhhhhh, FUCK!!!   He and I have deduced that because my girly parts are so fucked up the actual possibility of me being fertile is probably pretty fucking low. 

Which is true.. but I'm still a bit worried and will be until I start bleeding.

The bad vibes then followed me to work.  Though nothing big happened there were a bunch of little irritating things such as...

1. Got there late... And for no reason 'cause I left the Terrorist's house 5 mins before I normally leave mine.
2. The shuttle I was on going to the airport almost went off the road.
3. I bent 3 nails all at once.  (I bent them WAY down toward the nail bed... it hurt!!)
4. When I got there barely anything was done
5. There were more but my brain is tired and remembering hurts. 

It's just been a crappy day.  I hope tomorrow goes better. 

Which, if we're being technical and saying that "today" is June 2nd and "tomorrow" is June 3rd then tomorrow is going much better.  So far on June 3rd I've...  (I'm liking lists tonight)

1. I got home to Lesley passed out but in the kitchen was a plate wrapped in a paper-towel with a note that said "EAT ME" on it.  Inside... Blueberry Pancakes!!
2. I found out the name of the Artist for this song I LOVE but couldn't for the life of me figure out who did it!  I figured it out!!!
3. Chris found a HUGE, really really nice monitor on his walk home tonight.  And... IT WORKS!!  (Granted that doesn't really affect me other than being envious as all hell I think it's some sort of proof that the cosmos are swinging in the direction of good things.)
4. On the way home from work I was behind a car with a bumper sticker that said "I'm only speeding because I really have to POOP."

*Shaz got locked out the other night.  Lesley was at the boy I haven't given a nickname to yet's house and I was at the Terrorists place so Shaz broke the screen and climbed in the window.

Strangest thing.
I think I'm craving Taco Bell.
I've been to Taco Bell once.
And that was solely because the Terrorist was amazed that I'd never been.  So he broke my Taco Bell virginity.

Moving on...
I'm guessing the T read my last post about being hungry and wanting SW Taco stand tacos 'cause he sent me a Text  about Taco Bell being 24/7.  Which was sweet and all but taco bell isn't something I really think of when I think tacos.  At least that's what I thought.  Somehow, in the past hour or so my craving has morphed into a taco bell craving. 
Fucked up.
I wish Lesley would fucking call me back!

I just spent an hour or two cleaning my room.  Granted it's not what I would call "clean" it's much better than it was.  Though I am contemplating sleeping on the couch because my bed it covered in shit, as is Lesley's and her silence makes me think she's cozying up to a boy and that said boy could end up here tonight...and apparently 3 is a crowd.  So I'll just sleep on the couch and be lazy and not clean my bed off.

Chris has been hanging out with the Ogre more and more lately.   When confronted if she was his "girlfriend" there really was no response other than a grin and a quick change of subject.  However, I do believe that the Ogre is very rapidly becoming the new girlfriend.  This phenomenon I have mixed feelings on.  I wont go into that though. 
I'm a tad bit miffed with him at the moment actually. 
Since Chris has lived here I've used his computer for Internet, it has a better wi-fi card and tends to get a more reliable signal.  From what I can tell he doesn't mind that I do this. 

The problem?
Tonight when I got home there was a page of craigslist apartment listings up.  No big deal.  Until I realized that it was a one bedroom apartment and about $200 more than the rooms he's been looking for. 
I will pause here to admit that I have a tendency to jump to conclusions.  So, while there could be a very good very logical explanation it's one that hasn't occurred to me and considering I know Chris fairly well my immediate reaction was that he's thinking about moving in with the Ogre.   Which is stupid on so many levels I don't think he could be that silly. 
The part I'm miffed about is that when I went to log into myspace she was logged in. 
I've never met this girl.
But yet she's been in my house when neither Lesley nor I were here.
AND
If it weren't for seeing the myspace thing I don't think I ever would have known.
I text-ed him and let him know I was a little peeved and he apologized and everything but I think it might take me a bit to get over this one.  When in a situation with a friend and I'm not sure if I am reacting appropriately I often try to flip the situation.  How would they feel if I did it to them?  And I know for a fact, without a doubt, that Chris would flip his shit. (Is that even a saying?)
I feel like I violated his privacy or something though.  Because of the myspace thing.  It's not like I was snooping.  I was trying to check my messages.  I feel guilty though.
Damn Catholic families!!!

Lesley is home.  We're catching up. 
This would be so much better with pho.

I think I need to go to bed.