this is me, writing about this before it gets any bigger than last night
As these kinds of things seem to sneak up on me whenever I'm not paying attention, I'll go ahead and write about what's happened thus far, in the hopes that if I do that things will maybe just STOP. Seriously - I thought to myself, "Wow. Stephen has hardly any impact on my life anymore .. this is great." It was so unexpected .. almost as though he had completely ceased to exist. He'd certainly ceased to matter, at least in any way that really counts, in the great and never-ending script of this daytime-television-soap-opera-nightmare that is my life.
So Puta and I decided we're gonna move in together. I KNOW. We're going to look for an apartment, find a cool two-bedroom, and move in right after my lease here at Toscana runs out. You might react exactly the way Ryan did. He said to me, "Well .. I just can't see you moving in with the guy; I mean, you can hardly seem to stand him at work for six hours .. how are you going to live together?" I informed Ryan that Stephen and I had talked and had all that completely worked out (after which he started using other tactics to talk me out of it, but that's another story, and it will definitely be LOCKED). You see, I really did think Stephen legitimately hated me, and so I had stopped making any kind of effort to charm him into wanting to be near me - whenever I was around him, he seemed to make my life that much more difficult, so I didn't even want to be around him any longer than it took to finish conversations about work-related things. I stopped trying to involve him in my shit. It seemed to be working out beautifully that way. And when I was with my boys, you know - Stevo, Ryan, Masood, and the rest - I would tell them exactly how I felt about Puta and the way he treated me like an idiot.
But on Saturday, Stephen and I were having a really good day together. And somehow we got to talking about how he recently got kicked out of the house by his senile, unfairly psychotic grandparents. And this spiraled dangerously into a discussion about how we could live together, etc. I think it's because I said I would let him stay with me a few nights, if only I had a couch for him to sleep on. (Ha.) And he's all, "Well, I have a couch." Anyway, I'll go on about this conversation more when I'm not this tired. We decided it would benefit both of us to move into a two-bedroom apartment together. We discussed personalities, habits, money, job stuff, all the usual things that people talk about before moving in with someone.
Then, on Sunday, we talked about it again.
Either way, I had thought he might call on Saturday night, needing a place to stay. He didn't. And I was kind of relieved. Because CRAZINESS. First with Ryan, and now with Stephen. My girlfriends at work must think I'm certifiable. THESE BOYS ARE GOING TO KILL ME. But no Stephen on Saturday night. I stayed and helped him close on Sunday; we had a lot of fun together. Monday I saw Ryan, and the way that little encounter ended up made me so sad. (More later.) I worked at my new job (first day! --> WOW there's yet SOMETHING ELSE) I should update about) from 16:30 - 21:00 and was in bed by about ten. My phone rang at eleven-thirty .. and it was Stephen. He was calling because Jason had flaked out on him and he needed a place to stay ...
Oh, jesus. Seriously. He's going to call soon. I hate to be such a bitch and cut you off like this, but I've really got to go. I'll finish this later, and tell about the Ryan thing, too. In the meantime just trust that I am mostly likely constantly doing something I shouldn't. WAHOO for being me.
So Puta and I decided we're gonna move in together. I KNOW. We're going to look for an apartment, find a cool two-bedroom, and move in right after my lease here at Toscana runs out. You might react exactly the way Ryan did. He said to me, "Well .. I just can't see you moving in with the guy; I mean, you can hardly seem to stand him at work for six hours .. how are you going to live together?" I informed Ryan that Stephen and I had talked and had all that completely worked out (after which he started using other tactics to talk me out of it, but that's another story, and it will definitely be LOCKED). You see, I really did think Stephen legitimately hated me, and so I had stopped making any kind of effort to charm him into wanting to be near me - whenever I was around him, he seemed to make my life that much more difficult, so I didn't even want to be around him any longer than it took to finish conversations about work-related things. I stopped trying to involve him in my shit. It seemed to be working out beautifully that way. And when I was with my boys, you know - Stevo, Ryan, Masood, and the rest - I would tell them exactly how I felt about Puta and the way he treated me like an idiot.
But on Saturday, Stephen and I were having a really good day together. And somehow we got to talking about how he recently got kicked out of the house by his senile, unfairly psychotic grandparents. And this spiraled dangerously into a discussion about how we could live together, etc. I think it's because I said I would let him stay with me a few nights, if only I had a couch for him to sleep on. (Ha.) And he's all, "Well, I have a couch." Anyway, I'll go on about this conversation more when I'm not this tired. We decided it would benefit both of us to move into a two-bedroom apartment together. We discussed personalities, habits, money, job stuff, all the usual things that people talk about before moving in with someone.
Then, on Sunday, we talked about it again.
Either way, I had thought he might call on Saturday night, needing a place to stay. He didn't. And I was kind of relieved. Because CRAZINESS. First with Ryan, and now with Stephen. My girlfriends at work must think I'm certifiable. THESE BOYS ARE GOING TO KILL ME. But no Stephen on Saturday night. I stayed and helped him close on Sunday; we had a lot of fun together. Monday I saw Ryan, and the way that little encounter ended up made me so sad. (More later.) I worked at my new job (first day! --> WOW there's yet SOMETHING ELSE) I should update about) from 16:30 - 21:00 and was in bed by about ten. My phone rang at eleven-thirty .. and it was Stephen. He was calling because Jason had flaked out on him and he needed a place to stay ...
Oh, jesus. Seriously. He's going to call soon. I hate to be such a bitch and cut you off like this, but I've really got to go. I'll finish this later, and tell about the Ryan thing, too. In the meantime just trust that I am mostly likely constantly doing something I shouldn't. WAHOO for being me.