Promise me that there’s nothing I can’t tell you, nothing I can’t say.

Everything just seems better when you’re around. Life doesn’t seem to impossible. My problems don’t seem all that bad.

Maybe it was the combination of Noof showing up looking hot that night and knowing his girlfriend was going over to the dark side. I’m still thinking that night was the same night I texted him asking him where he was and why he wasn’t at the arcade defending me from the creepy new people. That night, until I actually looked at him just treated him like regular ole Noof.

When I brought him the garlic fingers and chocolate chips cookies I wasn’t expecting him to act so favourably towards me. That night added to the change as well I’d have to say. I wasn’t doing it to impress him or anything. Everyone loves my chocolate chip cookies and I’ll bake them on request for anyone. These just happened to be for him as a delayed birthday present. I was just being a friend and trying to cheer him up. My actions towards him didn’t change, but his actions towards me did.

I treat him like a friend and a human being. I’m not going to change doing that because his girlfriend is crazy and my relationship is otherwise non-existent. People treat me nice. I treat them nice. That’s the way friendship works. Noof and I know our boundaries. Noof and I talk outside of fight night. I’m not about to ignore him because his girlfriend will get jealous. If she doesn’t like girls talking to him that’s not my problem. Aside from which he was grabbing MY ASS not the other way around.

I know I mentioned the dumbass breaking his hand last time and I’ll talk about that in the next entry because I am way too angry at my so-called friend right now.

Noof came late. Considering he was usually one of the first guys there I know what the lateness can be attributed too. The girlfriend goes to school out of province so when he was early it was because he was free. It’s one night a week for 3 hours and she took him for 6 of them already which means there was at 36 other evenings and 12 possible days to keep him on his short leash. But he did show up in sandals, khakis and a sleeveless shirt (omg where has he been hiding those arms? They didn’t look like that the last time I saw them) so it was kinda worth it.

One of the guys asked him why he was late. He said girlfriend drama. She had been up for like 30 hours or something like that and was tired and she was going to drive herself home from his place. He told her no and that she should stay there and nap he’d drive her home when he got back. She insisted on driving herself and he insisted on her staying there. And so it went. Now I’m trying to take everything at face value but experience is telling me she’s a needy attention whore. That event only makes me worry more should he break up with her that she’ll try something stupid to keep him or just harass him until he took her back. She was wanting to put herself purposely in danger to get his attention to get him to stay with her and not come spend time with his friends. Her wanting him to drive her home immediately and then get him to stay so he’d had to drive her back to his place to get her car or just stay home with her while she falls asleep but either way essentially ruining his evening.

I am concerned as a friend. I was worried about this before things started happening. I know he’s always going to be my friend because he’s that kind of guy but he’s also young and a people pleaser and I know she’s taking advantage of his good nature. She’s going to want him to become the guy she thinks he should be and when he becomes that she’s going to wish he was the guy he used to be. The will be no pleasing her because she’ll constantly move the goal posts on him. And sin-fucking-cerely if she couldn’t tell him he looked damn fine that night with the jeans and the jacket and the hair she’s fucking stupid. I mean, if he was mine and looked like that for me, I’d be all over him like static cling and those clothes would have been on the floor. But he’s my friend and I want him out of that to be with someone who treats him like the king he is and not the court jester.

I tried to stay away from that night. One of the other guys at fight night said that some of the other people expressed to him their uncomfortableness with the affection that Noof and I showed towards each other. While I’m mostly, that’s THEIR problem not mine, I want to keep things as light as possible. Noof and I flirting and affectionate is nothing new as that’s been going on for as long as we’ve known each other (so about 9-10 months). Maybe they’ve sensed a change too. Also, by keeping things light as it were that I don’t get too drawn into him.

The same guy that told me that we were making people uncomfortable, told me that I shouldn’t be falling for some guy that gives me a little bit of attention. Noof is not just a random guy who occasionally says hi to me, or tries to engage in some conversation because I’m wearing a t-shirt of some obscure character that they also like or finds out I like the same oddball toppings on my sub sandwiches. I never gave Noof’s attention towards me much credit even when my relationship was going down the tubes and for the longest time he was a bit of an emotional tampon to me. That being said, our behaviour towards each other has been like this for like 10 months. It’s not something new. Noof was always just fun and silly but I guess with stuff being not so great with the girlfriend, things have changed.

At one point in the evening, I was on the other side of the arcade watching a fight, drinking some soda, and he comes up behind me and envelopes me. He puts his upper arms on my shoulders and wraps him forearms around my head with his hands clasped on top. I took a couple seconds to take the feeling in. He moved to the side with an arm still around me and asked how I was doing with a smile. I looked at him with a worried smile. “Oh, I’m okay,” I said softly. He asked me what was wrong. I played with the cap on the soda bottle, shook my head a bit and replied, “Nothing. Well, nothing I can talk about here. Okay?” He gave me a little hug and said alright and smiled, “Well, if you need me you know where to find me.”

I can’t remember if I interacted with him before the night was over. I know I looked at him a few times. I talked to another who isn’t a apart of our game group for a while and told her what was going on. Anyone could have easily overheard us. Knowing that, I made a point to remember that I had to say something to Noof sooner or later. This was something important and serious and if he was going hear stuff I wanted to make sure he heard it from me.

Aside from the first sneaking, I really don’t think he came around me that night, respecting my space and all. At the end of the night when were were going our separate ways (me in Jack’s car and him driving one of the other guys home) he came up next to me and gave me a hug. It took all of my strength not to cry really. I did manage to whisper sadly, “Please. Don’t.” It’s not that I didn’t want him not to hug me but that I didn’t want him to let go. He looked at me concerned and weird. Like he wasn’t expecting me to say something like that. I got in the car and watched him get in his and drive away.

A couple hours later I was putting together an email to him explaining why I wasn’t acting like myself. I am really trying to be just a friend. That Friday when I was floating across the parking lot after seeing him so unexpectedly I knew then that I was getting dangerously close to being too into him. I told him how much I believed in him and that I would bake him cookies until there was no chocolate left in the world. That, that night I was trying to remember where the lines were drawn. That I wasn’t trying to hurt him but protect myself and also that he shouldn’t worry about breaking my heart that I can do that just fine on my own. I reiterated that I didn’t want to see him be counted among the broken men. I also told him that if I ever ignored him again like that to just hug me harder because ignoring him hurts worse than being with him.

He replied the next day telling me he knew something was definitely wrong with me. I give him a lot of credit for that because most guys aren’t that aware in my experience. He tells me that he loves the time we spend together and how great I treat him, better than most of the people he knows and then yadda yadda’s if things were different maybe ya know. Things are still up in the air with the girlfriend he says. He says he knows he can count on me for help. I’ll be the best friend I can be to him but like I’ve said before. He’s not getting much more than our hugs and our playful banter and my chocolate chip cookies if he’s going to stay with her. I don’t expect nor want him to leave her for me. I want him to leave her because she doesn’t deserve him. And him talking about if things were different, maybe is too much of a carrot for me, but it helps in a way to let me know I wasn’t deluding myself as to some things.

I answered back telling him that when I saw him again that if I froze up or started crying and running out of the arcade not to take it personally. I said that maybe we should hang out more outside of game night. Take the pressure off so to speak. So that we aren’t so exposed to the other people there. The next morning when I woke up I realized what I had said and tried to recant the hanging out. It was just too soon after the fresh exposure of feelings to consider something like that. I didn’t want to get too caught up again. Enjoy being around him too much. He said that was a great idea to hang out and whatever but just finding the time was going to be the problem. You can probably guess why.

So with that, I don’t know where this is going. I mean, I can guess that should he break up with her which I’m guessing he’s leaning at, I’ve got a chance. I know him and he’s not stupid enough to dangle said proverbial carrot without meaning it. He may be young but he’s not stupid. Well, not stupid in that regard. He’s one of the most emotionally aware guys I’ve ever known. That unfortunately does not stop him from crushing his hand in a freight elevator! But that’s a entry for another day. Like tomorrow because this is waaaay too long as it is. I should have wrote this a couple days ago before I found out about the hand. Just makes me want to slap him upside the head and then feed him cookies all night long.

Since when am I known for doing things the easy way?

Friday, I had a check list of things to do to get ready for the weekend. I had to buy supplies at the craft store, buy the book I had on hold at the bookstore, and buy butter for my chocolate chip cookie recipe. Exciting I know! Only thing was, while I remembered my list and coupons for the craft store I completely neglected to bring my wallet with me. On my way running to catch the bus I was just barely going to miss, I dropped my bus pass on route. Then I was trapped at the bus stop for nearly an hour because for reason the city transit doesn’t like picking people up at the bottom half of the hour regardless if they are scheduled to do so.

When I got home I decided to rest up before venturing out into the wild of the city again due to the insane amount of stupid I had dealt with on the way home from just idiot teenagers to moronic passengers and nitwit bus drivers. While getting ready to go out again I asked the boyfriend if he wanted to come with me to spend some time together out of the apartment. I was also hoping this would be a great excuse to go to A&W because they had their Papa Burgers on sale. He declined and stayed home to either play WoW or watch anime or something that didn’t involve going outside. Oh well. Told him I’d be home in a couple hours and he said he’d have supper ready at about that time.

I had all my stuff bought and I called the bus line to see when the two buses in the area were leaving. One was direct to my apartment building but that was in 25 minutes but the other bus that would get me half way and to a terminal where I could catch any one of 4 other buses home might be going through sooner. Sure enough, if I could get to the end of the parking expanse in 15 minutes I could be home at least 30 minutes sooner. I made a quick as a bee line I could.

I had my headphones on so I try to stay extra vigilant always keeping my head and looking around at traffic both vehicular and pedestrian. I turned the volume down further entering the Wal-Mart section of the parking lot because that area seems to get the most people with the least amount of care for the world around them. Then out of the corner of my eye I saw what looked to be a familiar set of red shorts, blue shirt and blond hair. It couldn’t be him.

It was Noof. I started to smile but then realized I had to play it cool just in case his control freak of a girlfriend was with him. I didn’t want to be too happy to see him just in case the girlfriend would give him grief about it. Then again I thought, if she does give him grief about it then all the more reason for him to get out of that relationship. He saw me and smiled back. I wasn’t sure if I could hug him because again the control freak girlfriend. It was an awkward couple of seconds but he seemed to sense that and moved in for a hug so I just had to reciprocate. I would have been stupid not too.

We stood there talking, smiling at each other. I was trying to not smile too big, not to appear too happy to see him. I would have stood there forever talking to him. Hell, I would have made up an excuse to go into Wal-Mart with him but I had a bus to catch. My trying to say I had a bus to catch barely came out but he finished the sentence for me. It was that “I have this bus to catch but I would really rather stay here with you” awkwardness. He asked me if I was going to be online that night for gaming and I was “Well, since you asked, I think I can be” and he grinned. We said our see you laters and I walked off.

Hell, I think I was skipping or floating or something. I’m not really sure I was walking. I do know I was smiling like the cat who ate a canary. All the stupid shittiness of the earlier in the day was erased right then. I just missed that bus and walked back to Wal-Mart to catch the other bus which was just pulling up as I reached the stop. I was all bouncy and happy and silly and smiley and I didn’t care.

It was one of the few times I was grateful the boyfriend stayed home. Of course if we had we wouldn’t have tried for the other bus and just waited the 25 minutes at an earlier stop.

Still it was great to see Noof away from the gang in the wilderness of the rest of the world. It was kinda sad I was so happy to see him so accidentally that I couldn’t formulate proper sentences. It will be interesting to see him again on game night.

My boss is still a bitch but since her bosses put the fear of God into her she’s been nice. Too nice. Waiting for the other shoe to fall nice. It’s kind of sad that it had to come to that but she wouldn’t listen to us because we were basically a lower lifeform than her. It had to go to her boss’ boss to tell her that her behaviour was unacceptable. It’s just wrong to tell your co-worker that they are evil, horrible and the most hated person in the store. Which is what she did to me a couple months ago. She then terrorized more of my co-workers, making mountains out of molehills and generally blowing things way out of proportion. Her bosses are supposed to be coming down in a couple weeks to talk to us and get the situation sorted out. You walk on egg shells around her never knowing when/if she’s going to pop off. We don’t trust her. They need to send us another manager because we’re never going to trust her and the morale of the store is never going to improve while she is here.

Other aspects of my life right now, well, they’ve heated up. The one that likes to call me his wife still won’t engage me in conversation, still won’t go anywhere or do anything. So where’s the heat? That’s coming from Noof. Now keep in mind I’ve never met his girlfriend but I do not like s/o’s who force their supposed loved ones from socializing with anyone but them. Under the guise of working on their relationship she made him take a month and a half off from gaming with us. She makes him spend every waking moment when he’s not at work with her. Hate. I lived a with a couple where the girl was like that and I’ve known too many guys who have been destroyed by their spouses because of that kind of juvenile behaviour. Noof has always been sweet and fun but I never took him seriously.

And then he had to go and make himself look like a person. One night he comes by the arcade where we’re all at after spending the evening with her. I only just briefly saw him. I was standing behind the counter but he made a point to come around and give me a hug from behind. I smiled and was genuinely happy. I joked with him, “So, the warden let you out, did she?” to which he rolled his eyes and gave me the don’t-get-me-started face. I got a good look at him a couple minutes later and I have to say I had to make sure it wasn’t obvious my jaw was on the floor and I wasn’t drooling. He looked good. Damn good. Jeans, polo shirt, leather jacket and even got his hair cut (thank the Lord). I was speechless. I’m pretty sure he caught me staring.

I had to comment “Hey, you look good for a change!” He gave me a look that I can only describe as part “oh really?” and part “whatever” if that makes any sense. I emailed him the next day telling him I meant it when I said he looked good. Hot even not that I wanted to get in trouble but he looked like he needed a compliment or two. I was right. He emailed me later that day to say that was the first compliment he heard in months. Well, that just tripped my bitch sensors. Really not liking his girlfriend now. I went on to say that I was here for him because of past experiences and that he should be careful because those kind of girls can and will go apeshit to keep their guy. It wouldn’t surprise me if she threatens suicide or something else should they break up soon. And something tells me they will before she goes back to school out of province.

He didn’t show up at all the following week which annoyed me because the month sabbatical he was going to take was over and she should let him resume his life. That and we got some really creepy new people that I needed defending from and he was not there.

I emailed him the following Sunday asking him if he was going to be at game night and that I needed to know by that afternoon and I wasn’t going to tell him why. He emailed me back that night saying yes he was and that my reason was he was going to get his belated birthday cookies. In actuality I was going to buy him the best garlic fingers on the planet but since he was expecting cookies I figured I had to make those too now. I just wanted to cheer him up.

He was late to the point I thought she got to him at the last minute. I was in the middle of a game when he showed up but he immediately found me and challenged me. And that’s when it started. I curse a lot when I play. I’m mostly yelling at myself. At one point I yelled “Fuck!” and he turns to me and says “Not right now” and winks. And it wasn’t coyly like he usually says stuff. I swear if I was in arms length of him that night his hands were somewhere on me. Not that I’m complaining mind you but I did try not to enjoy it too much. Tried. I would feel his hands on my hips and I wanted to sink into him. There were a few hugs that night and they felt like more than just comfort hugs. At one point I grabbed his head and told to demolish one of the other players and he looked right at me with an intensity I had to shake out afterwards. Like if there wasn’t other people around I was scared it would have went somewhere.

At another point in the evening he was sitting down and asked me a couple times to sit on his lap and as much as I wanted to I repeated said no. I would get nervous when he looked at me and at times I protested that he shouldn’t do that. Look at me.

In a way, these feelings started a couple weeks before while he was on leave from game night when I was laying in bed and the boyfriend came into the bedroom. When he walked in front of the window, his silhouette changed for several seconds into Noof’s. And they look nothing alike. Noof is a couple inches taller than him, slimmer with shaggy hair. The boyfriend has buzzed hair and is round in shape. I had to blink a few times and shake my head. Why the hell was I seeing him? There shouldn’t be a reason.

I’m not going to allow myself to have an affair. I’ve always been the girl that the guy cheated with before going back to the girlfriend so I’m not going to let him be with her and then try and sleep with me. His relationship is easier to break from as he doesn’t live with her. If I wasn’t living with the boyfriend I probably would have ditched him long ago but my finances are so wrapped up in him at the moment I can’t shake him loose. That and my lease isn’t up until next June.

I don’t know what’s going on. If the heavy flirting sticks around another week then he and I are going to have to have a talk about what is going on.

Early in the evening, Jack was greeting everyone with “Heys” and “What’s ups” occasionally slapping guys on the back or punching them in the shoulder but when he gets to me he says, “Hey there” and caresses my arm from my elbow to my wrist. I watched as he did this, time seemed to from my perception and “what the hell are you doing?” went through my head. Noof (which is going to be the name I shall give the guy that Jack doesn’t like flirting with me) was standing across from me and I looked at him with a kind of wtf face. He just shrugged shoulders.

I’m grateful that I’m “one of the guys” but there’s a part of me is like “Hi! Girl here! Acknowledge that!” so when “Alright guys! Game on!” was called I was just a wee bit miffed. Noof said, “Sorry. It was bound to happen. You’re one of us guys now.” So I replied for whatever reason, “Yes, but I’m the only one that’s supposed to have boobs.” To which Jack proclaimed somewhat pointedly, “So what’s your excuse, Noof?” Noof just shrugged it off with a whatever.

If anything it’s just trash talk but also, given what I know, it’s also male posturing. People ask me why do I care so much about what he thinks. I’m not if I care in the traditional sense but I to like pushing buttons and if my close friendship with Noof is pushing some of Jack’s buttons I’m all for it. Despite what I’ve said here, I want to make it clear I’m not looking to get involved with Jack. Just that he’s showing some possessive traits that I’m wanting to get away from with the Lump where it got to the point I couldn’t even mention a male name out of fear that “that guy” was trying to take me away from him.

I hate the fat, lazy coward I’ve become around the BF. I love the vivacious, joyous piece of hawtness that I am on Mondays. The person I remember I was before this relationship. The personality that got me this relationship unfortunately but it can also get me something better. Goofing off with Noof has made me feel a lot better about myself.

Noof’s a sweetheart but I’m not interested in the slightest but he’s a lot of fun to be around. We are way too comfortable with each other. I’m guessing it’s because he’s way more emotionally present than many guys I know. At least the hetero ones. Jack could have had that we were going there but something, whatever it was, stopped that from happening.

There’s nothing on here that I haven’t already told people I know face to face. And I’ve said worse to some like I was telling a dear friend that Jack was talking about buying a 50inch TV in the spring and while I only commented that it stopped being a TV about 10inches ago I really wanted to say “I’ve seen you naked. You don’t need a TV that big”. It was all matter of fact and virtually off-handed. He looked up from what he was doing and asked, “Did you just say what I think you said?” I nodded and grinned, “Yeah.” “Oh My God! This is why I love you!” he squealed.

And I guess I just told you soooooooooo……

I guess there’s that lasting searchability factor rather than the ether of the spoken word but whether this is private or public there’s an equal chance of him finding it. Actually, probably less of one given that it’s public since I’m not trying to hide it. Having it private would make me more neurotic and that’s something I’m trying to avoid.

Have I said why I call him “The Lump”? It’s because he’s basically a lump on a log. He doesn’t like going anywhere or doing much of anything, even if it involves his interests. When we go see movies we get there just before the movie starts and we come home just after the movie ends. And his opinions are so generic and/or typical like he’s scared if the geek/nerd community heard him they’d take away his membership card or something.

Am I betraying his trust? I dunno, when I couldn’t mention the name of any of the guys I worked with out of fear that just by saying their name he’d assume I was cheating on him because every girl he’s every dated has cheated on him. The last time I did I had to explain that he was his type. So now the only guys I talk about are the gay ones and senior citizens.

This is basically me turned up to eleven as it were. If this is too personal or intimate or whatever don’t read it.

I’ll leave the subject of advice to another session. I need to take a nap before work.

I remember seeing him on the “Donny & Marie” show back in the 90′s. Yes, the Osmonds. They had a daytime talk show a la Regis and Kelly. I had bought his debut album months previous and CD player was on the verge of revolt if I kept listening to it. I was little surprised, let’s say to see him on there and to see Donny give such rave reviews. The album is awesome and a lot of what you’d expect from the son of Leonard but there’s a couple songs on there (Quarterback for one) that are rather graphic for language and content. I was like, “Did they get an edited version of the album or something?” because I was just a little weirded out that he was on their show.

He has two English language albums, Adam Cohen and Low Millions. The second is also the name of the band he’s in. He also has a couple French language albums, one of which is called “Melancolista” I believe.

I’m a firm believer that everyone needs a little Adam Cohen in their lives. And while you’re at it, take a look at his father’s work too, all the better. The more Cohen in your life the better you are.

Something went wrong
You are not laughing
It’s not so easy now to get your smile
You gotta be wrong
To walk these streets
And keep from falling
But when you’re not, just let yourself cry

You’ve been working hard
Just trying to pay the rent
Tryin’ to draw the line between who you are
and who you invent
But if you throw a stone
Something’s gonna shatter somewhere
We’re all so fragile
We’re all so scared

You say you wanna learn how to live your life
without tears
But we’ve been trying to do that for thousands of years
So go on and cry Ophelia
It’s the only thing to do sometimes
You know I’m crying too
Right there with you
It’s alright Ophelia
Everybody cries

Thank god for my bad memory
I’ve forgotten some of the stupid things
that I’ve done
I’ve come to a little wisdom
through a whole lot of failure
So I watch more carefully what rolls off my tongue

You pray for rain
But you don’t want it from a storm
You find a rose
And cut your finger on a thorn
So go on and cry Ophelia
It’s the only thing to do sometimes
You know I’m crying too
Right there with you
It’s alright Ophelia
Everybody cries Ophelia

I didn’t forget about yesterday. I’ve just been coming down from a frappuccino overload so please forgive me.

I don’t think I could ask Jack to move in here with a straight face. Hell, I can’t see him saying yes. Unless he’s absolutely crazy. Of course, living with him might be good to get him out of my system. Then again, I don’t know if we could live together without fooling around eventually. I’ll be without a boyfriend but there’s always that nameless girlfriend which I’m pretty sure is a place holder right now.

I can’t fault him too much because I’m basically with the Lump until I pay him back the money I owe him but he’s not there until I get someone else. Lump and I haven’t had a talk yet but I’m pretty sure we’re both feeling lethargic about it all. It’s just not going anywhere and it’s not going to go anywhere. We’ve hit a wall. We’re pretty much going though the motions right now. If my finances didn’t blow up in my face this would all be over so much faster and easier.

I think Jack and I are going to torture each other until one of us cracks. I just can’t believe I’m attracted him after all these years. Or find him attractive after all these years. It’s like no time has passed and it’s senior year of high school all over again.

Oh! I completely forgot about something that happened last Saturday. All of the regulars were there so the guy that Jack doesn’t like flirting with me was there. He was one of the first ones to leave at like 2AM. When he left he made a point to come over and give me a hug….. and grab my ass. So I grabbed his, and I’m pretty sure Jack saw. Which is probably what prompted the “Good Night Gents!” when he left.

And the near complete ignoring of me that night until it was time to leave. There was about 6 or so leaving all at the same time, heading in the same direction as his car. I was like, uh, we’re all not going to fit in there. Am I being left to get the bus? Truthfully I probably just should have gone for the bus but something tells me if I did, I wouldn’t be getting back in that car if I had. So I’m walking with a bit of trepidation towards the car and I say, “Um, how am I getting home?”

“Get in the car!” he says in a rather commanding voice. Which kinda turned me on. I’ve never heard him so forceful before.

We need to do the dinner thing. I don’t care. I’m not going to give a handjob under the table. I just want to catch up on the last 15 years. I want to find a way to talk to him that doesn’t turn me into a bashful idiot. I want to be able to talk to him where we can both be concentrating on us not one of us on the road, not playing video games, not having an audience.

I can’t see how I’m going to pass off him moving in (that is if he does move in). He’s getting his own room (true) and he has a girlfriend (may or may not be true) not that it should matter at all to the Lump. I haven’t slept around on him. I’m not going to either.

I’m going to go fucking crazy.

I have a couple friends at work who I spill everything to after I’ve updated here. I’m glad they work Tuesdays otherwise I’d probably be in shambles all week but I generally get all my stuff out after the event on Mondays and then on the weekend ramping up to the next one. Which saddens me as the event is canceled for this coming Monday! *sad panda* One of the boys is offering to do something this Saturday so YAY if it actually happens.

Needless to say I’m still hung up on some stuff from last Saturday. Mostly what buddy had said as I was leaving with Jack “being available to move in” in the summer should the need arise. Now that Jack has his adult sized paychecks he’s saving to move out of where he is now (which I am assuming is the basement of his parents place). I would assume as well, he’s going to want to move into a place of his own and not share with anyone. And, of course, I know that he was alluding to the possibility of not just being roommates. Plus, if he’s saving money to move out, why not just move in with the girlfriend? Unless, she’s not that type of girlfriend.

It would be cool to have him in one of the other rooms. Everyone he knows lives on this side of the harbour AND I’ll be able to go to Horror Movie events his brother helps run because he has like a car and stuff. I do not get a long with girlfriends though. I proved that before. She’ll be “Oh, she likes video games and bad movies and all kinds of stuff that you do! She’s going to take you away from me!” Not true. I don’t take. Guys leave their girlfriends because they want me, not because I take them away. I don’t do that kind of crap. I wouldn’t know how to do that kind of crap.

There’s more but it’s damn early in the morning and I need to go to bed to catch the rest of the Zeee’s I left on my couch.

More later when I get home from work tonight.