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| My place is just an extension... |
| 09.08.04 (7:50 am) [edit] |
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of my old place!!! When I got home last night, I had a voice mail from my mom: "Call me!" I really, really hate those kind of messages that don't say anything. I wonder if it's a generational thing. My best friend's mom does the same thing. They like to say whatever it is directly. Anyway, it was late when I got her message. I didn't even get a chance to call her back when I got into work this morning, and my phone was already ringing. "Good morning. Rosie speaking." "Why didn't you call me back last night?" "Did you want me to call you at 1 am?" "Why were you out so late? Where were you?" I think she was calling about moving stuff again, but it's not really clear. I guess it's now my chance to say, "I was out f*cking, mom." I guess she is still adusting that I am out of the house. Often she asks me if I am coming home for dinner or if she needs to get me stuff for lunch. I guess that is kind of cute. So last night, Patrick and I were supposed to get together, and indeed we did. Since he didn't have his wallet with him, he offered to cook me dinner. It was actually pretty good. He made steak. Then we watched [u]Good-bye, Lenin![/u]. It was a pretty good movie although it dragged on a little at the end. At one point in the night, I said in a half-joking way, "you don't really think we can just pick up where we left off, do you?" He did. He also said it was the first time he'd ever cooked dinner for a "girlfriend." *hyperventilates into a paper bag* I have this desire to flee. |
posted by: Andaloo (reply)
post date: 09.09.04 (12:21 am)
Hold on, I'm lost. Pick up where you left off? Did you two split up?
*Rapidly flicks back pages*
posted by: rosietulips (reply)
post date: 09.09.04 (8:02 am)
Reply to: Andaloo
Patrick and I didn't exactly split up...I just stopped hearing from him altogether! But after 3 or 4 weeks, he messaged me. And I didn't call him either! I figured things were over.
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