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Mike slept until two pm today, and is now zonked on the couch. WTF. He hasn't mentioned not feeling good, so I have to assume the pizza he consumed actually crawled up his nose and is sitting on his brain.
I meant to talk to him, all day. I've been getting weird vibes from him lately, in a vague disinterest sort of flavor, but all day we were with the kiddos out in public places like Goodwill and I didn't want to start something that may, realistically, involve the question "And why are you looking at so much porn?" Dunno. He's been weird lately, more noncommunicative than normal but still all giddy dada man around Abby. IT IS LAME. I DO NOT LIKE THIS.
Mildly POed, too, that he hasn't bothered trying on his costume I made him except once, and that was over a hoodie and before I finished the damned thing. Part of me always thinks that he doesn't actually want to dress up, and that's fucking fine, just don't jerk me around. I hate people sparing my feelings, especially when the sparing leads to me sewing for six hours, needlessly. Then again, we've been busy, and he's been... weird.
I bought candy to give out, too. Real candy, not shitty dollar store stuff. This is because if I don't see many kids, I'll gladly eat it all, so I get Hot Tamales and Mike gets peanut butter kisses.
Fuck, I'm tired. Somewhat tired of wanting to talk to Mike, more tired of thinking about what I'll say, and don't forget to toss in my sinus AWESOMENESS that's currently making my right jaw hinge, ear, teeth, temple and cheekbone ache. SNOT FUCKING RULEZ.
I meant to talk to him, all day. I've been getting weird vibes from him lately, in a vague disinterest sort of flavor, but all day we were with the kiddos out in public places like Goodwill and I didn't want to start something that may, realistically, involve the question "And why are you looking at so much porn?" Dunno. He's been weird lately, more noncommunicative than normal but still all giddy dada man around Abby. IT IS LAME. I DO NOT LIKE THIS.
Mildly POed, too, that he hasn't bothered trying on his costume I made him except once, and that was over a hoodie and before I finished the damned thing. Part of me always thinks that he doesn't actually want to dress up, and that's fucking fine, just don't jerk me around. I hate people sparing my feelings, especially when the sparing leads to me sewing for six hours, needlessly. Then again, we've been busy, and he's been... weird.
I bought candy to give out, too. Real candy, not shitty dollar store stuff. This is because if I don't see many kids, I'll gladly eat it all, so I get Hot Tamales and Mike gets peanut butter kisses.
Fuck, I'm tired. Somewhat tired of wanting to talk to Mike, more tired of thinking about what I'll say, and don't forget to toss in my sinus AWESOMENESS that's currently making my right jaw hinge, ear, teeth, temple and cheekbone ache. SNOT FUCKING RULEZ.