And the jokes continue.
Who was the first person to ask me about my plans?
GUESS!
(as you can tell, I'm a fan of the guessing game)
MGH.
After months of not hearing from him, he contacted me out of the blue.
He was nearly spamming my wall.
It was strange, since I had been thinking and talking about him for a couple of days now. My psychic abilities creep me out.
Anyway, instead of having some sort of soap-opera unfold on my or his wall, I risked running into annoying people on FB chat, and I got on-line to talk to him.
I think, actually, I'm expecting to have him tell me he wants to come to town and stay at my place. I could almost put money on it... especially since his birthday's about a month away.
He hinted about wanting to drive out here, since he bought his first car now.
I just sat there waiting for him to finally go ahead and ask the question already.
Yes, you can come, yes you can stay here. Quit wheedling (I LOVE this word! I found it when trying to find a synonym for the more vulgar words I use, and I fell in love with it. It's hilarious to me) me.
He never did, but to be honest, I really did appreciate hearing from him again. Kid makes me laugh (his current issue is the fact that he is now "211 pounds of pure fat!" I sat there trying to convince him he wasn't a failure because he gained thirty pounds in a year. Luckily that kept me too busy to even go into MY issues and MY current failures).
So... it's safe to assume I won't be able to slap the first jackass to ask me about my plans... because I'm too endeared to the jerkwad.
Shucks.
Drats.
Boo!
This no cussing thing... I can't believe some of the things coming out of my mouth.
Who was the first person to ask me about my plans?
GUESS!
(as you can tell, I'm a fan of the guessing game)
MGH.
After months of not hearing from him, he contacted me out of the blue.
He was nearly spamming my wall.
It was strange, since I had been thinking and talking about him for a couple of days now. My psychic abilities creep me out.
Anyway, instead of having some sort of soap-opera unfold on my or his wall, I risked running into annoying people on FB chat, and I got on-line to talk to him.
I think, actually, I'm expecting to have him tell me he wants to come to town and stay at my place. I could almost put money on it... especially since his birthday's about a month away.
He hinted about wanting to drive out here, since he bought his first car now.
I just sat there waiting for him to finally go ahead and ask the question already.
Yes, you can come, yes you can stay here. Quit wheedling (I LOVE this word! I found it when trying to find a synonym for the more vulgar words I use, and I fell in love with it. It's hilarious to me) me.
He never did, but to be honest, I really did appreciate hearing from him again. Kid makes me laugh (his current issue is the fact that he is now "211 pounds of pure fat!" I sat there trying to convince him he wasn't a failure because he gained thirty pounds in a year. Luckily that kept me too busy to even go into MY issues and MY current failures).
So... it's safe to assume I won't be able to slap the first jackass to ask me about my plans... because I'm too endeared to the jerkwad.
Shucks.
Drats.
Boo!
This no cussing thing... I can't believe some of the things coming out of my mouth.
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