Friday

[brian_pa]

Let 'er rip. or R.I.P. Either one.

Comments

[lady_jane]

Kind of pissy tonight, aren't we?

And I see you're eating *gasp* ice cream? Clothed ice cream? This late? Are you in need of comfort food?

[brian_pa]

I am not fucking PISSY. I was honest with Justin and I even agreed to his Date with Destiny on Sunday. So give over.

Dairy carbs are different than starch carbs. More easily absorbed by the body and they don't stick around as long.

Yes, that is my own scientific conclusion. Disprove it and I'll never speak to you again.

My idea of "comfort food" would probably disgust you. A clue: It's NOT something "mother used to make."

[lady_jane]

I am not fucking PISSY.

I know, how dare I think you pissy when you're only threatening to never speak to me again and throwing around CAPS?

I was honest with Justin and I even agreed to his Date with Destiny on Sunday.

I hadn't said a word. But I find it interesting you're bringing it up, when I hadn't said squat.

"Date with Destiny"? Really?

[brian_pa]

Naturally I assumed your pissy crack was in reference to my disagreement(s) with Justin tonight.

Justin is turning his insisted upon Sunday-in-the-car appointment into something major and intense. If it were up to ME, we'd just fuck, and be done with it.

That only worked once.

[lady_jane]

Nah, my "pissy" crack was actually not in reference to the specific content of your disagreement, but the attitude that carried it. All the CAPS EMPHASIS and fucking fuckity fuck fuck.

If it were up to ME, we'd just fuck, and be done with it.

So, since that only worked once, what would your next approach be? Outside what Justin wants?

[brian_pa]

I agreed to his private meeting business. What more can I do?

I did not promise any soul-searching, breast-beating, vomiting of any emotional garbage, though. So don't expect THAT.

[lady_jane]

soul-searching, breast-beating, vomiting of any emotional garbage, though.

Oh, yeah, I expect nothing less, since that is so you.

So don't expect THAT.

I don't expect shit from anyone. I can never figure out why people still manage to disappoint me. You know what they say, scratch a cynic... I'm working on squashing that last bit of idealism. But if it were to manifest, believe me, vomit would not be part of it.