Princess Pie & my little brown bag
This weekend I went to a little get together with my bestest friends and some people I haven't seen since last summer. Good times, because it was just like the old times. And for some reason those always seem better, the old times that is.
After a bottle of wine I was dancing with strangers. I guess it's that sort of careless-ness that keeps me out late on Saturdays...
We decided to go to Zach’s next. A bad idea to begin with. Why I get on my cell phone at 11:00pm and call everyone I know is beyond me.
So we get to Zach's... there's def some tension between us... but then again I hadn't seen him since we said good bye. Going to Zach’s would have been awkward if I wasn't drinking, but I was and to put that into perspective, I thought Zach’s was a dream.
Nothing happened, but the tension, the flirting, the alcohol made an already impossible situation that much more. And what do I do... leave my purse there
I don't have a car
it's a good 35 mins from my house
I can't make long distance calls w/o my cell phone,
and the obvious, no keys, ATM card, ID, money, lip gloss etc...
That stupid brown bag is my life
Oh- did I mention Zach’s phone number is on my cell, so I can't even call him???
Finally Monday rolls around and he gives me a ring. THANK GOD! But I soon learn the way things are going to work out.
He has something I want and he's not in a hurry to get it to me.
I feel like its being held for ransom and he's the mysterious caller telling me to do exactly as he says.
Well then he tells me he'll call tomorrow b/c he's coming out to the valley. So I think, no problem!
He calls, we get into some argument and I don't like to take his shit and I call him a little bitch, Slight sarcasm is detected, but I meant it too. He freaks out, and I just say "what? Do you want someone to escort me down there so it's nothing out of the way for you princess?" Then he tells me to rethink my attitude and hangs up on me.
Once again Zach's calling the shots. He intimidates the hell out of me. But I don't take his shit. I don't want to play his stupid little game. I just want my purse back? He calls back, naturally not to apologize, but to inform me where and when I’ll be meeting up with him. Gee- I thought that was what we were talking about earlier? Someone beeps in I tell him to hold on. Couldn't have been longer than 6 seconds, but he hung up.
My purse and my shallow little life is held captive
and I’m pissed off
After a bottle of wine I was dancing with strangers. I guess it's that sort of careless-ness that keeps me out late on Saturdays...
We decided to go to Zach’s next. A bad idea to begin with. Why I get on my cell phone at 11:00pm and call everyone I know is beyond me.
So we get to Zach's... there's def some tension between us... but then again I hadn't seen him since we said good bye. Going to Zach’s would have been awkward if I wasn't drinking, but I was and to put that into perspective, I thought Zach’s was a dream.
Nothing happened, but the tension, the flirting, the alcohol made an already impossible situation that much more. And what do I do... leave my purse there
I don't have a car
it's a good 35 mins from my house
I can't make long distance calls w/o my cell phone,
and the obvious, no keys, ATM card, ID, money, lip gloss etc...
That stupid brown bag is my life
Oh- did I mention Zach’s phone number is on my cell, so I can't even call him???
Finally Monday rolls around and he gives me a ring. THANK GOD! But I soon learn the way things are going to work out.
He has something I want and he's not in a hurry to get it to me.
I feel like its being held for ransom and he's the mysterious caller telling me to do exactly as he says.
Well then he tells me he'll call tomorrow b/c he's coming out to the valley. So I think, no problem!
He calls, we get into some argument and I don't like to take his shit and I call him a little bitch, Slight sarcasm is detected, but I meant it too. He freaks out, and I just say "what? Do you want someone to escort me down there so it's nothing out of the way for you princess?" Then he tells me to rethink my attitude and hangs up on me.
Once again Zach's calling the shots. He intimidates the hell out of me. But I don't take his shit. I don't want to play his stupid little game. I just want my purse back? He calls back, naturally not to apologize, but to inform me where and when I’ll be meeting up with him. Gee- I thought that was what we were talking about earlier? Someone beeps in I tell him to hold on. Couldn't have been longer than 6 seconds, but he hung up.
My purse and my shallow little life is held captive
and I’m pissed off