Rendezvous
27 April 06 : 07.10 PM
PMS going on for far too long. I'm going to get stoned for being so brusque and petulant.
Just last week, he screwed me up for not answering his calls over the weekend? Because apparently, I'm the messiah he never had.
"I wanted to see you, you ass," he said to me, "I had the most fucked up weekend. If I'd met you, I wouldn't have done all that." That kid epitomises hedonism. So I'm blamed that he wants to put his schlong up anything that can't chafe him. Plus, most of the time he calls at unholy hours, drunk and strange, and wants to chat?
Anyway, last night he called me at 2.15am. Between Gorbachev's Glasnost and the Thrilling Sexual Escapades of the Bachelor's Brother, I had a hard time deciding which was more appealing. I settled on trying to juggle between the two, but I kept cutting him off, mumbling words like Perestroika and legitimacy, and on the other hand, I was writing STD in place of SDI. I am truly a man in this aspect, I can't multi-task for the love of the world.
But before he hung up, he said to me, "Vicki, I love you man. I mean, truly."
I just melted. I mean, this is the guy that says "fuck you" to me more than Tommy literally did it to Pamela. And those girls, he doesn't get attached to them. And he rather spend time with me doing absolutely nothing, to fucking Gemma (although he did hesitate and think a really really long before coming to that conclusion).
I couldn't think of a smartass comment. I used up the "you're still not going to get into my pants" line already anyway. So I just said, "Aw, really? I love you too," which was glaringly sappy and sissified, but then again, that's his impression of me (just because I don't sleep with everything that comes my way like the other girls he knows).
I'm back to being cranky and irritable, like the entire world owes me something. I could lose friends this way, but somehow that thought doesn't distress me much. This could adversely affect my schoolwork because I'd rather sleep in late and I don't want to do tutorials, but it's not like I was a model student to begin with anyway.
Rose had more than once asked me if I was okay, and I am, just fucked up. Don't you worry 'bout a thing, dear! I haven't met Marilyn and Kim in a while, but I'm not making the effort, and it saddens me that they aren't too. Theo noticed and he wants the "bubbly" me back. Strangely, it's the nicest, closest people to me that noticed, yet, I may just be exactly the same to everyone else that I'm not close to.
I guess I'd just wait for my period to come. Fucking PMS.