It all seems like a dream.....

Oct 12, 2004 15:46

I wish my bf would just do what I tell him to. It would make stuff a lot easier. Anyway, we went to a new mexican restaurant this weekend and from the minute we walked in I felt completely uncomfortable. All the chairs and tables were made of iron. The floor was tile. The whole place was just 'hard'. Their only smoking section was at the bar with ( Read more... )

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Garlic penis, please! rajamatag October 12 2004, 23:53:28 UTC
You didn't scare me. And no I am never nice.
You freaked the fuck out for some ungodly reason that noone on this earth (male) can understand. All i wanted outta you was a hey let's go someplace else. But NOOOOOO you hadda make those poor mexican immigrants think god KNOWS what.

anyway...i dont mind switching places, and i do get a fucking point if you just tell me.

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Re: Garlic penis, please! tatatot October 13 2004, 12:59:33 UTC
you never get the fucking point.

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hehe embezzler October 13 2004, 00:46:23 UTC
Don't mean to beat a dead horse but.. i will anyhow!
Stating your intentions and feelings upfront in an open and honest statement does wonders. Imagine how that whole scenario could have played out differently if you started out by stating simply and plainly "I don't want to eat here, can we go somewhere else?".

food for thought.

p.s. what resturant was it?

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Re: hehe tatatot October 13 2004, 12:57:47 UTC
see, the only problem is that i didnt know i really wanted to leave until i blurted it out. I was trying to reason with myself and it just got out of hand. Funny thing about PMS is that you never know when it will show it's ugly head. I'm normally a pretty sane person, ya know. It was the new one on Canton Road. La Hacienda, i think. It was comical at the least.

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Re: hehe squishysnack October 17 2004, 00:33:36 UTC
PMS is a bitch. Thank God for the patch. It helps a bit.... that and the good droogs.
:)

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Oh lifeth! sevnraiz October 13 2004, 13:08:00 UTC
The darkness which is the world lingers out of touch.
My skeletal fingertips brush the hopeless orb of humanity
a chill of death runs down my spine
and I ponder
Shall we ever be content?
La Hacienda,
Shan't be perfect nothingness
The bells!
The bells!

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