3
i am here to slowly, but surely, kill 3.
every single time we're near each other i either wittingly or unwittingly fuck up his day
yet, he insists on hanging out w/me. i've even told him to go away, doesn't listen. never have i ever brought so much bad luck to someone.
we've never called each other to hang out, just hang in the same circles and i still manage to ruin his schedule, work, practice, friendships (just threaten - not ruin & only on 2 occasions), HEALTH, AND SAFETY! (and i indirectly cock block him, we party together in houses full of ladyfriends of his)
so i was stranded in the city this pass weekend and literally emptied my cell of possible places to crash within a 40 block radius and turn up fruitless. scratch that, i didn't call 2 people specifically b/c i don't trust sleeping in the same room as them.
so finally, as a last resort, i call 3. of course he was at work pulling a 12 hour shift with his first band practice first thing in the morning (that pays, so he needed to do well apparently). plus, he was all the way out in roxborough and did not get done until 11:00.
he leaves work a half hour early to pick my ass up and we end up watching movies/playing w/his kitten until 3-4ish in the morning. much to my dismay, i find that we have even more things in common than i thought previously. he over sleeps and we end up going to a dinner w/barrett and to his house afterwards (barrett's).
there i helped 1 move out, who really didn't want me to help "b/c it didn't seem like something a girl should do" and, after i kept insisting that i was able, only let me carry pillows. the moment he was away i started dragging out the futon frame that he was having a hard time just to fold up.
(1 was in honey brook that night/barrett was most likely in a ditch somewhere. he smelled like it when we picked him up at least)
before 3 leaves he said that if i ever need help again i should call him and doesn’t even mention anything about band practice.
what to do, what to do?
every single time we're near each other i either wittingly or unwittingly fuck up his day
yet, he insists on hanging out w/me. i've even told him to go away, doesn't listen. never have i ever brought so much bad luck to someone.
we've never called each other to hang out, just hang in the same circles and i still manage to ruin his schedule, work, practice, friendships (just threaten - not ruin & only on 2 occasions), HEALTH, AND SAFETY! (and i indirectly cock block him, we party together in houses full of ladyfriends of his)
so i was stranded in the city this pass weekend and literally emptied my cell of possible places to crash within a 40 block radius and turn up fruitless. scratch that, i didn't call 2 people specifically b/c i don't trust sleeping in the same room as them.
so finally, as a last resort, i call 3. of course he was at work pulling a 12 hour shift with his first band practice first thing in the morning (that pays, so he needed to do well apparently). plus, he was all the way out in roxborough and did not get done until 11:00.
he leaves work a half hour early to pick my ass up and we end up watching movies/playing w/his kitten until 3-4ish in the morning. much to my dismay, i find that we have even more things in common than i thought previously. he over sleeps and we end up going to a dinner w/barrett and to his house afterwards (barrett's).
there i helped 1 move out, who really didn't want me to help "b/c it didn't seem like something a girl should do" and, after i kept insisting that i was able, only let me carry pillows. the moment he was away i started dragging out the futon frame that he was having a hard time just to fold up.
(1 was in honey brook that night/barrett was most likely in a ditch somewhere. he smelled like it when we picked him up at least)
before 3 leaves he said that if i ever need help again i should call him and doesn’t even mention anything about band practice.
what to do, what to do?