It’s three twenty six in the morning, and he calls, and flippantly asks, 'What you doing?' 'I’m in the zone,' I complain. It’s a lie. I just got home, and have spent the last ten minutes thinking of him.
Come over,
No way, I ain’t your booty call.
Come over
No way.
Either you come here or I’m coming there.
Ok, come here then.
You know I can’t come there.
I know.
So come here.
No way.
Yes way, I just want to talk.
Listen mister If I am coming there, the last thing I want to do is talk to you. And I don’t want to come there right now.
Yes you do.
Ok, so maybe I do, but I’m not coming.
Yes you are…
I’m not coming, we are over, your over, this is over.
So he gets quiet like a mouse and says ok.
And I say bye.
And then I lay in bed for two minutes, and drive myself over.
And its good, way better than it ever was. It’s so good.
Almost worth the drive to Acton.
13 comments:
Why, why is it always so good?
LMAO...You get all of that, and you STILL in a mood??
Chile, please.
Oey this wasn't recent,
Brilliant. Why do we do these things to ourselves?
Ay, stop living in the past. :-)
LOL!
SCJ: Long time ago I swear!
you drove all the way from scarborough to acton for a booty call?? whoa big up to whoever that guy was he must really have it going on :-)
Guess we know who wears the pants in that relationship.
HA!!
Hey.. Lady P.. come over to my place.. alright?
at 3.26 am no less..more power to him eh jdid:)
i don't wanna hear nuthin' when i post that i've visited wayne... LOL
Buuummmbbaaarrttt!!
I know that feeling tho, when you want it more than your good sense tells you you dont.
Well written too.. ;)
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