Fell.

Feb 14, 2011 17:40

To: Reedalot
I had a dream about drinking Chocovine. You're right; bitches do love chocolate.

From: Reedalot
Told you. HAPPY V-DAY!

I think in the course of the night not only did I drink the chocolate wine (conclusion: not as good as you'd expect) but my exboyfriend came back for his appearance in ages. He was quite prominent but blissfully I cannot remember now. But I woke up eventually, managed to get dressed and out to Math lecture. I texted Anne a Happy Birthday (she didn't respond, which enforces that she deserved the 'Bitch." I threw on the end) and had an okay day.

Rom should be over in an hour. I'm a little nervous about what will happen. I tried to enforce the idea that Valentine's day really isn't a big deal. And then I went and ruined it. He's going to be so confused.

I blame Kathy. I asked her for help. I shouldn't have, it'd have been cheaper. Somehow, long story short, we ended up at the mall today. The Hot Topic that i had never been in the mall I'd never gone to is closing, and everything is 75% off. Rom had mentioned last weekend, while we were sprawled on the bed, that he wanted a Pearl Jam poster to put up on the ceiling, 'so you can look at Eddie Vedder when you wake up?' I asked. I didn't know what stores were in the mall, and I assumed incorrectly that they would have a music store. I keep thinking I am at home, I guess, but that makes no sense since the FYE at home closed a long time before I left.

Needless to say, there is nothing of the sort there, just clothes and a Gamestop. I would have been happy just to walk around at that point, but Kathy insisted that I buy Rom a shirt from Hot Topic. They were quite cheap (for Hot Topic; I still wouldn't have liked to spend that much because I'm cheap) and we picked out a flannel plaid shirt that is really quite beautiful if unassuming. I wasn't in the mood to argue, but once I bought it I wondered about what I'd done. I had told him I don't think Valentine's day is a big deal at all and then I bought him a gift. I hope he buys me something or I am going to feel like an ass.

So I'm going to play it as cool as possible. I tucked the bag away where he won't see it. That way, when he gets here, I can easily act like it's not here. If he gives me a gift, I can assess it, mentally comparing it to my shirt. After my game of Price is Right, I'll either hold onto the shirt and give it another time or explain to him what happened and hope he doesn't think I think he needs to wear different clothes more often. True, I have noticed that his habit of wearing the same shirt for four or five days has changed slightly, and I am grateful, but I don't want to be that person. I liked that you were your own person, but now I want you to be the person I want. Besides, I have no room to judge about the laundry, seeing as I wear the same jeans and long-sleeved shirts several times. I can get away with it easier since i have more clothes.

I don't know. I think I may just be over thinking things. It is just a shirt. A flannel shirt. That he won't be able to wear for much longer anyway. And it could also be the wrong size. I didn't want to ask him what size to buy, so we decided on a large and just went with it.

Meh. Whatever.

I like the shirt. If nothing else, I'll keep it for myself. I was already thinking of stealing it, anyway.

Man, my life is so petty, sometimes always...

1. Fierce; cruel; lethal.
2. In the idiom, in one fell swoop (all at once, as if by a blow).

decisions, i should never be allowed to date, lame, you still love me...right?, woes, rom

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