Dammit! Dah! Grrr.
Ah shit. So the old lady calls me sobbing, begging me to come back. During that nights she told me she had a few abortions though she always wanted lots of babies. As I stormed off I said, "why don't you go have another abortion you fuckin' killer". So I went back and she was crying and I had to tell her that I didn't mean it when I said she should have let me break up with her the week before at Chapultapec.
I guess I laced into her pretty good but she just can't let things go. Sometimes people need space and she always wants to talk things out. When you're like that your always going to be hurting due to the natural backlash people have against such clingy personalities. She did think I was a pedophile afterall. That and she accused me of cheating twice. Dah. Of course none of it's true.
We ended up having a nice weekend. We went to Celebration Station after a dinner at one of the Pappas restaurants. As The American Dagoe Frog so astutely pointed out, she invited someone she accused of being a pedophile to a place with a bunch of kids runnin' around. Then Sunday we watched the AFC and NFC Championship games, made hot wings (which were great), we fixed the shower head, and saw Sideways (which was great). I banged her something furious a couple of times as well.
I went to a meditation class with her last night. Little Chinese guys dressed up like Shaolin monks. Some people are really buying into this Zen Buddhism thing. I pretended I was an extra in a Wu-tang movie the whole time. I pretended to speak in a Chinese accent in my head, 'one must controll one's mind before once can crush one's enemies'. 'I harness the powers of nature and squat on my advasaries with my shitting monkey style'.
After the class I said goodbye to the old lady. She said she wanted to talk so I called her when I got home. She said when her daughter had a pillow fight with me she was, "trying to get my attention". I'm not sure, but she may be jealous of her daughter. Un-fucking believable. Are there any regular girls out there? No. No, I didn't think so. It's sad really that I'm either alone or get caught up with some old chick. It's awkward, but these moments are a heaven send for this hell on earth.
Behemoth is in town. It's time to rock.
I guess I laced into her pretty good but she just can't let things go. Sometimes people need space and she always wants to talk things out. When you're like that your always going to be hurting due to the natural backlash people have against such clingy personalities. She did think I was a pedophile afterall. That and she accused me of cheating twice. Dah. Of course none of it's true.
We ended up having a nice weekend. We went to Celebration Station after a dinner at one of the Pappas restaurants. As The American Dagoe Frog so astutely pointed out, she invited someone she accused of being a pedophile to a place with a bunch of kids runnin' around. Then Sunday we watched the AFC and NFC Championship games, made hot wings (which were great), we fixed the shower head, and saw Sideways (which was great). I banged her something furious a couple of times as well.
I went to a meditation class with her last night. Little Chinese guys dressed up like Shaolin monks. Some people are really buying into this Zen Buddhism thing. I pretended I was an extra in a Wu-tang movie the whole time. I pretended to speak in a Chinese accent in my head, 'one must controll one's mind before once can crush one's enemies'. 'I harness the powers of nature and squat on my advasaries with my shitting monkey style'.
After the class I said goodbye to the old lady. She said she wanted to talk so I called her when I got home. She said when her daughter had a pillow fight with me she was, "trying to get my attention". I'm not sure, but she may be jealous of her daughter. Un-fucking believable. Are there any regular girls out there? No. No, I didn't think so. It's sad really that I'm either alone or get caught up with some old chick. It's awkward, but these moments are a heaven send for this hell on earth.
Behemoth is in town. It's time to rock.