What the hell?

Hookie

Y or ie?

Last night I was snuggling with a boy man that is not normally my supposed type. It started with timid looks shared in passing. Then the innocent first set of kisses, polite yet jarring. The caresses that send a tingle down the spine, a shiver through the body. And the warmth that comes with laying next to someone else.

Wearing my betty boop PJ's appears to be conducive to sweet dreams. Or perhaps going to sleep with the knowledge that an alarm is not going off in the wee hours of darkness.

When I woke up this morning, I so wanted to go straight back to my dreams.

Geez.

Must keep an open attitude when we go for drinks tonight.

Right.

Anyhoo. I am home, wearing a mask, and organizing my life. After working 14 hours I just was not up to the cold this morning. I will catch up over the weekend, without the constant ring of the phone. If you need me so much, one would think an offer would be forthcoming. And since everyone is focused on the meetings in Tokyo now (last week it was the preparation for Europe), I suspect my needs will fall to the wayside. As livea said, when the time comes you hope people will do the right thing, but can't ultimately count on them. It's impossible to recoup your personal time once it's gone.

Side note: I can't tell you how irritated I was the roomies had done no shoveling. Zippo. That's right, compact it so it'll never come off until the temperature rises. Hey, and while you're at it, stack up the dishes so the cleaning service will take care of it.

This morning I was telling E how rude the boy was being to the girl. There was a tantrum about his shirt not being available (the girl takes care of his laundry). And then, oh, you're not going to believe this, he tells her they should walk on separate streets on the way to the subway.

SO

He steps away and calls a car service to drive him in to work.

Without her.

She was no where near ready, and he was preparing to leave without her.

Good lord.
Spoiled.
Child?

My typing is apparently disturbing the cat, who eager to discover my fresh comforter, is now branding his fur permanently onto it. He's soo cute, it's difficult to boot him. Hell, I find the bed comfortable, I can't imaging the difference with his normal napping locale. (the couch, floor, blanket, any random spot. the parents of the feline have never puchased them floor pillows. meanies)

I want a cat. Kitty. Puppy.

sigh

posted by irene @ 1/16/2004 10:38:00 AM