too cute it's nauseating
saturday evening adam and i were texting each other and i began to doubt his passion, a trait that i have made mandatory for anyone i date. it started getting pretty intense, the conversation, until adam said "what if i just drive there now?"
adam lives in ATL.
"are you serious?"
"yes, i will hop in my car and drive there now."
and he did.
overnight...he drove across mississippi and alabama. when he got to LA he apparently ran into a problem. one of the tubes or something in his car was leaking and he had to get it replaced.
it's because he drove across the previous two states at 90 MPH.
"WHY THE FUCK DID YOU DRIVE THAT FAST?!"
"I was anxious" he said. so after 4 hrs of repairing his car he gets back on the road and heads towards natchitoches.
that whole night i barely slept. valium didn't even settle the queasiness i was experiencing.
he calls me and tells me he apparently passed up the apartment complex. it is very easy to miss i suppose. knowing how far away he was, i watched as he pulled into the parking lot and got out of the car...i think watch him look around for apartment #11...the apartment my little eyes were peeping through the blinds of. i then heard him come up the stairs and knock on the door, which i was already standing at.
we just looked at each other.
"COME HERE!" he yelled and held me tightly. we just stood in the middle of my sad sad empty apartment and held each other.
i took adam 'beering' and we made a mixed 6 pack. he had never had real beer before and went apeshit over the turbodog and sam adams cherry wheat. when he tasted the cherry wheat his eyes widened and he said "oh my god beer is awesome! im never drinking budweiser again!"
adam is stuck here for a while because something is wrong with his transmission, which sucks because his car is all busted and i still have to work...i need to do laundry really bad as i smell as well as buy some groceries and pots n pans. adam is at the apartment now napping. we ate at mama's and each had a gigantic salad. he managed to get the itis and then passed out once we returned to the apartment.
i think tonight we are going to go to goodwill, buy some cheap food, and go play pool at this sleazy fucking bar on the bypass. it's fucking roadhouseXcore.
i've never had a guy be this nice to me in my life. sometimes i poke him to see if he's real.
only bad part about this is i can't bitch about men in general anymore and my art is going to not look as intense or distressed. well, fuck.
"love makes you do crazy things"
adam lives in ATL.
"are you serious?"
"yes, i will hop in my car and drive there now."
and he did.
overnight...he drove across mississippi and alabama. when he got to LA he apparently ran into a problem. one of the tubes or something in his car was leaking and he had to get it replaced.
it's because he drove across the previous two states at 90 MPH.
"WHY THE FUCK DID YOU DRIVE THAT FAST?!"
"I was anxious" he said. so after 4 hrs of repairing his car he gets back on the road and heads towards natchitoches.
that whole night i barely slept. valium didn't even settle the queasiness i was experiencing.
he calls me and tells me he apparently passed up the apartment complex. it is very easy to miss i suppose. knowing how far away he was, i watched as he pulled into the parking lot and got out of the car...i think watch him look around for apartment #11...the apartment my little eyes were peeping through the blinds of. i then heard him come up the stairs and knock on the door, which i was already standing at.
we just looked at each other.
"COME HERE!" he yelled and held me tightly. we just stood in the middle of my sad sad empty apartment and held each other.
i took adam 'beering' and we made a mixed 6 pack. he had never had real beer before and went apeshit over the turbodog and sam adams cherry wheat. when he tasted the cherry wheat his eyes widened and he said "oh my god beer is awesome! im never drinking budweiser again!"
adam is stuck here for a while because something is wrong with his transmission, which sucks because his car is all busted and i still have to work...i need to do laundry really bad as i smell as well as buy some groceries and pots n pans. adam is at the apartment now napping. we ate at mama's and each had a gigantic salad. he managed to get the itis and then passed out once we returned to the apartment.
i think tonight we are going to go to goodwill, buy some cheap food, and go play pool at this sleazy fucking bar on the bypass. it's fucking roadhouseXcore.
i've never had a guy be this nice to me in my life. sometimes i poke him to see if he's real.
only bad part about this is i can't bitch about men in general anymore and my art is going to not look as intense or distressed. well, fuck.
"love makes you do crazy things"