6 months is my limit
“He doesn’t do tricks on Colfax.”
I can have fun here. I’ve made a lot of friends, and there are so many songs to sing. It’s easy to get comfortable.
Overheard: “He’s trying to milk me over here!”
Out of Context: “I bet she could get it up!” “I’m gonna do *cups* because I’m bored.”
(that last one was misheard in a horrible way, I’m sure you can imagine.)
Maybe too comfortable. Getting to know people means you get to know the good and bad things about them. Like who gets along and who doesn’t. Seeing the jealous behavior of one girl with her boyfriend, even though I don’t think she has any idea she’s doing it. It’d be funny if it wasn’t so sad, mainly because I would do it too, if I were in her shoes. I think I’ve hit my limit at this place. There is too much drama just waiting to happen and I’m about to jump in with both feet if I’m not careful. Must find a new place to hang. Or maybe just stay home. I drink less at home.
Enemies and Frenemies. The fact that I’m am so obvious about how I feel, everything shows on my face. Enough so that they BOTH felt the need to tell me that nothing is going on. Really?? What’s that about protesting too much? It’s OK though. I noticed some other things too, that you both didn’t realize you did. And when it comes to her, I’m just about done pretending to be nice. Pretty soon the gloves are going to come off.
- Wannabe – Spice Girls
- Humpty Dance – Digital Underground
(I really want to make or find a Mash-Up of these two songs!)
I’m already getting bored with this blog, so this might be the last post for a while. That’s too bad.