Gimme now.
You know...I'm really starting to hate this.
I have so much fun with the Co-Worker that it's ridiculous. We spent most of New Year's Eve huddled together, sharing beers and champagne bottles with his arm slung around my shoulder.
We ended up at his apartment around 3 a.m., listening to the song that reminds him of me on repeat, laughing and spilling beer all over his expensive couch. We shared our last cigarette together ('cause we're both quitting, right?) on his balcony.
His girlfriend surprised me in the kitchen sometime after 4 as I poured a glass of water. I scurried away guiltily after trying unsuccessfully to make small talk with her while CW stood silently by.
I feel sad, but it's not exactly a heartbreak sort of sad. It's more bittersweet, I guess.
I'm so glad that I met him, but it brings tears to my eyes.
***
There are just so many cute boys, everywhere, all the time, and I want all of them.
I want them to sleep with me every night in a gigantic soft bed. We'll all pile in together. My two favorites will rest their heads on my chest and sleep with my arms around them. We'll fall asleep with faint smiles and tousled hair. They will dream of me, and I'll dream of them, all my beautiful boys.
I want all of them because I can't have the only one I want and so I'm taking the rest, you bitches.
I have so much fun with the Co-Worker that it's ridiculous. We spent most of New Year's Eve huddled together, sharing beers and champagne bottles with his arm slung around my shoulder.
We ended up at his apartment around 3 a.m., listening to the song that reminds him of me on repeat, laughing and spilling beer all over his expensive couch. We shared our last cigarette together ('cause we're both quitting, right?) on his balcony.
His girlfriend surprised me in the kitchen sometime after 4 as I poured a glass of water. I scurried away guiltily after trying unsuccessfully to make small talk with her while CW stood silently by.
I feel sad, but it's not exactly a heartbreak sort of sad. It's more bittersweet, I guess.
I'm so glad that I met him, but it brings tears to my eyes.
***
There are just so many cute boys, everywhere, all the time, and I want all of them.
I want them to sleep with me every night in a gigantic soft bed. We'll all pile in together. My two favorites will rest their heads on my chest and sleep with my arms around them. We'll fall asleep with faint smiles and tousled hair. They will dream of me, and I'll dream of them, all my beautiful boys.
I want all of them because I can't have the only one I want and so I'm taking the rest, you bitches.
posted by Kathleen | 2:42 am
Ah, the long fall from grace...
On the good side; it's not lonely.
On the bad side; herpes.
Good luck!
I mean, he's not really a cunt.
He's never kissed me or anything. I'm just building this whole thing up in my head because I'm lonely and sad and he makes me laugh and I really like him.
It's just the usual dangerous situation that arises when men and women try to be "just friends!!!" and one of them is horny and desperate.