The Ghost-Tour Guides in this Town are RUTHLESS!!
Weird-ass night...
Greg was acting strange tonight again. I can't pinpoint my finger on it. And I can't describe it in words. I just know that's what it was -- strange. Not like the Greg I know.
I dunno... it's usually about this time in a relationship (not necessarily a romantic one; I've had more platonic relations [that's friendships, for those itelligently challenged] to compare to, in fact) when things dissipate resulting in the unscrupulous demise and utter termination of the rendezvous. GOD, I hope this isn't how things pan out this time. I really don't want this to end.
So after some crankiness and a round of "well, what do YOU wanna do?"s we went to the fort, where I was trying to get him in the mood. Not the "let's get it on baby" mood, more so the cuddly "let's kiss under the stars mood." BTW, neither worked, as my futile attempt at the library (yes in public, the lib was C-L-O-S-E-D!) proved true.
NEway, he decides to pull more illegal actions and park his car up on the walkway to the fort. After I told him numerous times to move it, in an effort top keep him from getting into MORE petty trouble w/ the law, which apparently made me "get on his nerves," the tour guide from one of the walking ghost tours walked up to the car (we were at the grassy knoll watching this), honked his horn, turned off the car, and lefft.
More this happened, which involved me "being obvious" and "drawing attn to us" *rolls eyes as she makes the "jack-off" motion w/ her hands*, but I personally don't wanna get into it. }:\ NEway, when we went back to the car guess what was missing. Oh wait, wait... yep u got it! THE KEYS!
So I endure a piss-rant (Mom I know now how u feel when Debbie goes into her hissy-fits. Too she's not as responsive to being called out as mine is. Sorry dear heh heh! ;]), and tourists gawking at why the fuck a car is in the middle of the fort, and teenagers trying to get it on, and EJ on the phone (prolly crunk) propositioning me to "leave the car and meet me at the horse carriage," and AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! So half an hour later, she finally comes back and gives us the keys. I laughed. Apparently Greg can't laugh at himself like I can laugh at myself, b/c the fact that I found humour in the situation pissed him off. Meh. I just wanted to go home.
I've hit a lull. And I dunno how to handle it. I dunno how to break out of it. I dunno what to do nemore. I don't even know how to DESCRIBE it! It cna't be cuddly roses al the time, Luana. Get the fuck back into the real world.
Dammit, why was there never this problem w/ Justin? Maybe b/c there were sop many OTHERS making me miserable there was NO TIME for a lull. Why am I mentioning his name? Wow Luana, ur delirious. Wow.