Weekend catch-up
It's the end of the week and the details are fuzzy in my mind. I have put off writing lately because I am an escapist and was pretending nothing happened.
Remember that bit where I said the Disaster took everything well? Well he didn't. Yes, I am naive. On Monday night I got text messages every 10 minutes, culminating in "I don't NEED you" to which I merely wrote "OK" and it drove him berserk. Yes, I knew it would, but the preceding texts of " I want to f*ck your brains out" and such delicious sentiments were freaking me out and I had stopped answering. I told him I was out for the night with friends and was not going to write messages non-stop.
Okay so what happens next? Well, the Crow was feeling affectionate again and sat with me pretty much the whole night, between getting me up to sing with him and other stuff. And I met a lovely boy there who is as good a harmony-singer as I am, which though unmodest, is also very rare. His name is hilarious though. If you say it a certain way it sounds like "Up the Duff". That's the closest I can give away without using his real name. And I got a text message wishing me a happy Valentine's from my Estonian friend, so I was delighted with myself, got hammered, and danced and sang on stage to a song dedicated to me - I know other people will think it hilarious, but I enjoyed it even if I was on my tod.
I was pretty good the rest of the week, reading and going to bed early, and yesterday donating blood and going to a jazz gig I'd meant to attend for ages.
I know this journal entry is boring but I wanted to put it in before I forgot. I'll amend it later.
Remember that bit where I said the Disaster took everything well? Well he didn't. Yes, I am naive. On Monday night I got text messages every 10 minutes, culminating in "I don't NEED you" to which I merely wrote "OK" and it drove him berserk. Yes, I knew it would, but the preceding texts of " I want to f*ck your brains out" and such delicious sentiments were freaking me out and I had stopped answering. I told him I was out for the night with friends and was not going to write messages non-stop.
Okay so what happens next? Well, the Crow was feeling affectionate again and sat with me pretty much the whole night, between getting me up to sing with him and other stuff. And I met a lovely boy there who is as good a harmony-singer as I am, which though unmodest, is also very rare. His name is hilarious though. If you say it a certain way it sounds like "Up the Duff". That's the closest I can give away without using his real name. And I got a text message wishing me a happy Valentine's from my Estonian friend, so I was delighted with myself, got hammered, and danced and sang on stage to a song dedicated to me - I know other people will think it hilarious, but I enjoyed it even if I was on my tod.
I was pretty good the rest of the week, reading and going to bed early, and yesterday donating blood and going to a jazz gig I'd meant to attend for ages.
I know this journal entry is boring but I wanted to put it in before I forgot. I'll amend it later.
posted by Green Glass Beads at 16:45
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