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"Most loneliest"? Most loneliest? MOST? LONELIEST?
Do you not see the problem here? No? Well then, you'll just have to fuck off and die.
no love,
darkluna
Apr. 11th, 2006
"Most loneliest"? Most loneliest? MOST? LONELIEST?
Do you not see the problem here? No? Well then, you'll just have to fuck off and die.
no love,
darkluna
Yes, again
Apr. 11th, 2006 12:06 pmI had more to say, but I wanted to flock this part.
So. Two things arrived yesterday, Reno Boy and my copy of Secaucus. Only one of them turns me on. Guess which.*
But I was willing to give it a little time and see what happened once the boy and I got past our initial awkwardness. Except that he ran off to do stuff. He had strongly implied that he was going to just hang out with me last night, but he never outright stated it, and he did need to do gig-related stuff, so fine. That was not the problem. The problem was that he said he'd call in an hour and let me know he was coming back for coffee or DVD-watching or whatever.
Three and a half hours later, he finally calls. No apology, just "Oh, I'm sitting down to dinner and drinks on Capitol Hill." I express mild surprise. Inwardly, I seethe at being left sitting around not knowing if I should expect him back or not. He says maybe he should crash with his friends there and call me tomorrow instead of coming back to my place. "Yes," I say. "I think you should probably stay with them."
I know this may seem like a minor deal, but I think it's indicative that a hunch I had was right: this boy is the kind of person who will constantly fuck up your plans, not out of malice, but because he's simply too much of a flake to remember that other people occasionally participate in his social life. I don't care if he needs to see his other friends. But one should call when one says one will, especially when one is specific about when one intends to call.
I vented to my lovely neighbor, and she said, "I know you want to ditch him, but instead of just ditching him, why not explain why?"
And I realized that option was more fun. It's not often that the decent thing to do is also slightly evil and potentially amusing. So we'll see if he tries to explain himself, assuming he even manages to call today.
* Hey, Secaucus has "I've Made Enough Friends," which apart from making a rather good LJ title, has some very sex-ay lyrics. Plus, pictures of Kevin Whelan all young and sweaty. It wasn't even that much of a contest.
So. Two things arrived yesterday, Reno Boy and my copy of Secaucus. Only one of them turns me on. Guess which.*
But I was willing to give it a little time and see what happened once the boy and I got past our initial awkwardness. Except that he ran off to do stuff. He had strongly implied that he was going to just hang out with me last night, but he never outright stated it, and he did need to do gig-related stuff, so fine. That was not the problem. The problem was that he said he'd call in an hour and let me know he was coming back for coffee or DVD-watching or whatever.
Three and a half hours later, he finally calls. No apology, just "Oh, I'm sitting down to dinner and drinks on Capitol Hill." I express mild surprise. Inwardly, I seethe at being left sitting around not knowing if I should expect him back or not. He says maybe he should crash with his friends there and call me tomorrow instead of coming back to my place. "Yes," I say. "I think you should probably stay with them."
I know this may seem like a minor deal, but I think it's indicative that a hunch I had was right: this boy is the kind of person who will constantly fuck up your plans, not out of malice, but because he's simply too much of a flake to remember that other people occasionally participate in his social life. I don't care if he needs to see his other friends. But one should call when one says one will, especially when one is specific about when one intends to call.
I vented to my lovely neighbor, and she said, "I know you want to ditch him, but instead of just ditching him, why not explain why?"
And I realized that option was more fun. It's not often that the decent thing to do is also slightly evil and potentially amusing. So we'll see if he tries to explain himself, assuming he even manages to call today.
* Hey, Secaucus has "I've Made Enough Friends," which apart from making a rather good LJ title, has some very sex-ay lyrics. Plus, pictures of Kevin Whelan all young and sweaty. It wasn't even that much of a contest.