heh.
yes, i’m childish and mentally 5 years old. so what of it? i’m also hella fuckin’ sleepy for some reason and it’s barely even late afternoon…er, early evening. some shit like that.
food with the jetta comes soon. then frolicking. i’m so down with that. i mean, yeah i went out last night and yeah it was fun and whatnot. but this will be some quality jetta time, ya heard.
in other news, apparently i’m talkin’ to the rockstar still. 4 days, yo…that’s as long as i lasted and then we had that huge argument thingamajig.
woo and yay.
not…
although, the boy never does fail to provide amusement.
rockstar (6:15:32 PM): i passed my piss test
rockstar (6:16:20 PM): it is awsome
rockstar (6:16:35 PM): i am drug free
yes, he says these things with the utmost seriousness. and probably doesn’t even realize he’s being ridiculous hilarious. it’s right up there with ‘she says i’m boring. i’m not boring…i’m a fuckin’ rockstar.’ and ‘i am not gay’ and whatnot.
but then he goes and does stuff like this:
rockstar (6:24:15 PM): i know this is tuff for you
pineapple (6:24:23 PM): i can’t say *anything* to you without you taking it the wrong way, or just spazzing or whatever
rockstar (6:24:32 PM): it is tuff for me when i dont get to talk to you
rockstar (6:25:47 PM): cant we just go back to having normal convos
pineapple (6:26:02 PM): ah…avoidance
rockstar (6:26:48 PM): no i work i do homeowrk i pratice i have a band i when i want to relax and talk to you i cant deal with all of that
now if you ask me, that sounds like a fucking personal problem. don’t you think?
::screams::
i honestly don’t fucking know what to do anymore.
so basically what the boy is saying is that his work, homework, practice, and band are more important than your feelings??
FUCK. THAT.
block his ass again, pineapple
*smooches*
miss you!