An exchange that in no way reflects the esteem with which we regard felines:
Moi: I'm gonna go, but you should feed your cats before they riot.
Him: Ah fuck 'em.
These past couple of days has involved me getting pissed off by the subway system -- or rather, having the misfortune of living somewhere that makes getting a lot of places mad fucking inconvienent. Well on the weekends, getting everywhere is inconvienent. Stupid MTA...yeah, it's totally a great idea to have 25 of 30whatever lines all fucked up to work on them all at once. I should be a bureaucrat. I can make dumb ass decisions and get paid for it easily. I was supposed meet Mr. Daddy up in Inwood and midway I just gave up because not only was I still a half hour from where I had to be, but my head felt like it was about to explode from the frustration. I was heated. Imagine his surprise when I called and he was gearing up to yell at me for being late and I was all "screw it. I'm going home. Leave. I don't care." Shut him up quick. Hehe.
Friday was the one night I stayed in for what feels like forever. I was in bed at 10:30, straight up lights out in PJs and under covers. Natch, that had to be the night for one of my Wes friends to be making a guerilla visit to town. I was like "yeah, that's nice. I'm asleep" *click* but a lot nicer. That was the first call at 11something. At 1:30, I wasn't so nice especially when he told me there was this party in the Bronx I had to go to. Only my eyes being closed and me not wanting to make the effort to ruin my zen state but cursing him out stopped the "you've got to be fucking kidding me. Didn't I tell you I was asleep, mofo? That's twice you woke me up. Jackass!" from spilling out. I definitely thought it though and translated those words into something fit for a pleasant tone before hanging up and rolling back over to not be able to fall back asleep. Grr. After an hour or so, I was back in Sleepland.
Another Saturday, another house party. I met up with Farmer and friends and recruited Trendvickster to join us. Ever had a vodka shot with a pickle chaser? I hadn't until last night. I had two, in fact. My liver really liked that, especially since I only got her to stop bitching just the day before. The trust is gone from our relationship. You know what else was gone? My cookies. Yuck. Also some episodes. Color me surprised that I called Trendvickster at 3:30 or my house at 5:30. I spoke to my mom at 10:30 before passing out again, playing it so not slick that I had no idea what she was talking about when she said I already left a "not coming home, see you in the morning" message. At 5:30, natch. Ah well. Ever been woken up by a kitten using your calf as a chew toy? That sucks. But what was excellent was White Castle cheeseburgers as a return to the land of the living meal. Yum.
Posted by Candicissima at September 1, 2003 01:40 PM