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It's my boyfriend's birthday today and I wish I could do a 85 paragraphs entry about how much he means to me and even more important, how wonderful he is, but I'm really tired right now. I was actually expecting him to dump me for his birthday but when I talked to him on the phone just now he sounded strangely enough happy to hear from me. I'm so completely jet-lagged and this is my pathetic whining entry, obviously. I've spent the past week in Europe, attending premieres and I managed to squeeze in a small visit to Scotland with Jonny and it was... I guess I'm emotionally drained or something. Pretend I'm not making up words. So we held hands a lot and he escorted me to the London premiere. And now I got back to New York an hour ago and I'm on my way to see Julian and I wish I hadn't started our last three conversations with "I'm sorry". I don't normally try in relationships, I'm just me and then we take it from there. This is a different kind of relationship. We can't be together all the time because we haven't gone public and besides, he's the big rockstar. I don't know what he's doing with someone like me. My body is set to midnight and all I want to do is curl up in bed with my boyfriend and listen to every detail about his past week but here it's only seven and it's his birthday too. So I don't know, I'll go over there and kiss him until we're both out of breath and then it's his night. If I'm lucky he wants to spend it in bed and if not I guess I've gots me some Strokes to hang out with.
Happy birthday, baby.
I will redeem myself with an actual entry next time and not just whining but now I have to call Emmy and yell at her for harassing my answering machine. I think lunch on Wednesday is proper punishment.
Happy birthday, baby.
I will redeem myself with an actual entry next time and not just whining but now I have to call Emmy and yell at her for harassing my answering machine. I think lunch on Wednesday is proper punishment.