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I'm in a phase where I can't listen to the Used enough, damn Bert McCracken must be speaking to me on some weird personal level.
Haven't had a period since around the 15th of June, but every time I pee on a stick it says negative, so apparently my uterus is in some sort of a strike situation where it's refusing to ovulate until its' terms are met - whatever the hell those would be.
We settled in to watch the Notebook together again, he thought it would be a sweet, romantic movie to watch while we cuddled on the couch with a pile of nachos - then he said the wrong thing. Ever have that happen? Poor guys, they start with such good intentions, then they mess it up horribly somewhere in the middle. He looks over at me and says "Hey can I write a postsecret sometime?" I laugh and tell him of course. "This movie, I like it, but I hate it, it reminds me of Arial - we used to fight like this, and she looked a little like this actress..." I began to space off - the replay of him saying "Hey, I'd do her" earlier in the movie - and whenever he talks about Arial *which in my head is a red-headed mermaid who also combs her hair with a fork* he always seems a little...regretful. In essence, he just told me he likes to watch the movie because it lets him reminisce about another girl. Talk about the wrong thing to say to your moody, lightly depressed girlfriend on the couch next to you. Poor guy. All I could say was that I was really glad he was honest with me, but that he'd effectively hurt my feelings, that I'd always rather he be honest with me regardless though. We didn't finish the movie, or our food, and he was able to pass out in about 20 minutes of going to bed after trying his hardest to apologize and distract me. I laid awake for another 2 hours feeling awful, and coming up with inane things to check on in the house. What can I do though, I love him, and it was one of those things that likely every guy thinks, and occasionally it's going to slip out. You can't crucify them over it.
The car is running, one drivers' license out of the way *his* and one to go. We're going to Warped tour on the 18th - sadly the Used isn't playing that date, still should be kinda fun though, even if I don't know half the bands playing. Things are okay - maybe not great, but good enough.
Haven't had a period since around the 15th of June, but every time I pee on a stick it says negative, so apparently my uterus is in some sort of a strike situation where it's refusing to ovulate until its' terms are met - whatever the hell those would be.
We settled in to watch the Notebook together again, he thought it would be a sweet, romantic movie to watch while we cuddled on the couch with a pile of nachos - then he said the wrong thing. Ever have that happen? Poor guys, they start with such good intentions, then they mess it up horribly somewhere in the middle. He looks over at me and says "Hey can I write a postsecret sometime?" I laugh and tell him of course. "This movie, I like it, but I hate it, it reminds me of Arial - we used to fight like this, and she looked a little like this actress..." I began to space off - the replay of him saying "Hey, I'd do her" earlier in the movie - and whenever he talks about Arial *which in my head is a red-headed mermaid who also combs her hair with a fork* he always seems a little...regretful. In essence, he just told me he likes to watch the movie because it lets him reminisce about another girl. Talk about the wrong thing to say to your moody, lightly depressed girlfriend on the couch next to you. Poor guy. All I could say was that I was really glad he was honest with me, but that he'd effectively hurt my feelings, that I'd always rather he be honest with me regardless though. We didn't finish the movie, or our food, and he was able to pass out in about 20 minutes of going to bed after trying his hardest to apologize and distract me. I laid awake for another 2 hours feeling awful, and coming up with inane things to check on in the house. What can I do though, I love him, and it was one of those things that likely every guy thinks, and occasionally it's going to slip out. You can't crucify them over it.
The car is running, one drivers' license out of the way *his* and one to go. We're going to Warped tour on the 18th - sadly the Used isn't playing that date, still should be kinda fun though, even if I don't know half the bands playing. Things are okay - maybe not great, but good enough.