mymichele's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Guhh! Oh, my dear diaryland people. Such a day, such a day. First of all, how does everyone like the new layout? I would like to thank Shoiryu for helping me out on that. Look, there's Axl! I'm writing tonight because my boyfriend and I had yet another fight about yet another stupid and pointless issue. He thinks he's right because his friends assure him that he is. That's funny, when I explain it to my friends, they think I'm totally right. Gee, I wonder why that is. This is why we'll always fight. He tells his friends about our problems, and they agree with him, so he feels justified in whatever stupid asshole thing he did. I make it a point to usually never talk about him or what he does, because it's just between us. We've been together way too long for me to be telling people about our fights, the stupid fights that come with being together so long and knowing every single detail about a person. It just makes me want to put a fork in my eye sometimes, really. Tonight, I went out with a friend of mine. Dorkus Boy, if you remember from prior entries. He's the only person I know that I can talk about vibrator sensations with. (well, besides you, pervert girl.)We went to the porn store, as we usual do when we get together. I don't know how this routine got started, but it's fun to have someone go down the aisles of butt plugs and whips with. I really enjoy hanging out with him, because he knows my past and really knows me pretty well. It was awesome. I also had a pleasant Margarita. It was good times. My boyfriend now wants me to uproot myself and come over to his house. Man, its so annoying. I love the guy and everything, but it's starting to feel like I'm just submitting to him when we have these fights. That's not a good feeling, really. I considered calling Angel Boy tonight. I gave it a lot of thought, and decided not to, because if I went out with him tonight, I'd probably do something I regret, since I'm so fucking pissed off. If I break up with my boyfriend, I'm going straight to Angel Boy, and I'm going to have some kind of torrid affair that only happens in romance books, and I'm going to have my heart broken. That actually sounds like a decent time to me. Where do I sign up for that? Sorry for the downer entry tonight. I'm just a little angry with myself and life in general. Bah. 12:30 a.m. - 2001-07-28 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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