so obviously desperate, so desperately obvious
tuesday messages me out of the blue, even though i am secretly hiding under the pretense of being "away" on msn.
"bubble...." her little message box pops up "are you coming out on wednesday?"
errm, did i miss something? i thought that most get togethers were well spaced, with enough time for a person to maybe regain a shred of dignity before venturing out to totally lose it all over again in a similiar situation. apparently i was wrong. but things got worse.
"you told me a little secret on saturday night." the little box stares accusingly at me, the letters forming words that i thought maybe weren't true. oh bloody hell, oh jesus. [maybe i should say jaysus!] mary mother and joesph...humsboy is turning the ripe old age of nineteen on wednesday, and since i professed my undying love for him in a drunken state to tuesday on saturday night, apparently it's a necessity that i join the maurading crew for a session of bar hopping in the market. [is nineteen still cradle robbing debauchery??]
can anyone dig a hole- really deep, and i want it done really quick- to save me from the massively embarassing situation i think i am about to embark on?
please?
5 Comments:
Shush and go, woman! Do it for me! Do it for the home team! *shakes fist, at a medium pace*
9/21/2004
you worry too much. Just close your eyes and think of England.
9/21/2004
do it for the queen you mean? hahhaa...oh it makes me think of grade twelve history class revisted...
hey, who was that anyways?
9/21/2004
Twas me - Andre - a beautiful revolution ... what do you mean, who?
sorry forgot to put my name.
9/22/2004
sorry andre- i thought so and then i got real nervous thinking that maybe it was someone else, maybe someone actually found out about this...
and then i remembered that i'm a shameless attention whore and that if i didn't want people to know, i shouldn't write about it anyways.
and sadly- no action. for me or the queen. just a lot of readings. damn.
9/22/2004
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