Not to be totally tragic, but F*&#! My brilliant plan about breakfast didn't work. Potentially
Successful Date Guy has to go home, clean his apartment, have a friend
over tomorrow, and THEN has some free time to go to breakfast. The only
reason I told him we could have breakfast later in the day was so that
HE could sleep in.. I'm free all freaking weekend!
Easter Candy
doesn't appear to be filling the void. Guess I will have to sleep in my
sexy lace underpants by myself. And my current roommate and his
girlfriend are home now.
While I listen to him moaning "Why? Why? WHY? " in the bathroom
and vomit and complain with the shower on, I get to talk to his
girlfriend, who asks him to unlock the door so she can come in and help
him. I miss having a partner in crime. Even though I never open up to
anyone to this extent, I always think that someday I will meet the
person I am comfortable talking to about body insecurities and running around in naked abanodon with who will
still want to be with me for the rest of the night afterwards.
I'm so lonely. This sucks :/
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