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incrediblebittersweet or, the history of me, part one 2002-11-13 12:52 PM dirty trick Previous Entry :: Next Entry Mood: annoyed... and very tired Read/Post Comments (0) |
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it's not fair. life, that is. so, the last few days i've been doing very well with making this breakup thing stick. friendly, but not too friendly. cordial. civil. no caving in to the "aww baby, come on and let's go have a beer..." none of that. no sex. not even a little. this was (ahh, you noticed the past tense?) not easy, nor was it very much fun. so, like i was saying, i was doing so well. then at five this morning my phone rings. i trip over the dog and fall down the stairs trying to get to it because at five in the moring if my phone's ringing something's wrong. it was. my cold, naked ass was suddenly looking for clothes and keys and driving across town to pick up the boy. slightly greasy and wildly drunk he was having a crisis and i was there to do my part in the disaster control. ok, so how am i supposed to say no to him when he's shaking and freaking out and wants to stay with me? how am i supposed to not do this? what's more, how am i supposed to refuse him when he's what i want anyway. it was a dirty trick, an act of god this time, maybe, or just an act of stupidity, but still a dirty trick. i've given up thinking that things happen for a reason and am now pretty sure that things just happen to make my life difficult. |
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