Ghost Dildo!
As if I need one more thing to worry about: dengue fever. Last night I think I was bit by a mosquito (or I suddenly developed one hive) and I panicked. I really could do without one more fricken phobia.
Other than that though, last night was pretty fun. All things considered, we should've dragged The Shrink to that mysterious club. I mean fuck it, that "I work for a living" bullshit only goes so far on the goddamn weekends. And it probably could have given me another article too damnit. Well, Grrl promises that we'll do it again sometime.
The really weird one was stopping off at the porn store on the way home because Grrl was curious. I really think that girls on porn stores make horny guys nervous. It's almost like having a female in a locker room. You can just feel the Uncomfortable Vibes emanating off of guys as they continue trying to peruse the various videos. I guuess it didn't help that Grrl was yelping and screaming whenever she saw something she found interesting, arousing, disgusting, or all of the above.
I mean, I thought it was funny because I was just along for the ride. I'm sure it would have been an entirely different story if I was actually there on a "mission."
She was also kind enough to point out her replacement dildo. I swear, Grrl is the only person I know who would actually return a dildo birthday present in order to get one that works. No shame, I swear.
I'm having too much fun these days. Almost a shame that the Ex's birthday is coming up. I have no idea what I'm gonna do about that one. Yes I have to buy a present, but do I make contact and try and arrange a dinner? Or would that be opening up that same can of worms that got TORN open on my birthday?
I'm not really in the mood to worry about these things. Especially with bombing and shit going on. (Mother Nature claims that it's all my fault. Go figure.
Wednesday, October 10, 2001, 12:55am
The first fight is always a pivotal moment in a relationship. Do you stay in or out? If you stay in, more than likely the main reason behind that fight (ie. the "glitch in said person's personality) will always be the factor for all future troubles. If you can't work within the terms of that glitch, you're in for a long period of hell.
Then you can simply take the so-called easy way out and run. But then there might always be that nagging feeling in the back of your head: maybe you made a mistake, possibly irreparable.
Camel Girl mentioned that perhaps it's a manifestation of my fear of committment.
Interestingly enough, today is my Ex's birthday, the delivery of which went quite well I think. (Sound advice: to avoid a messy confrontation, hit the workplace. Brilliant idea if I do say so myself.)
It might be a good idea that I'm leaving the island soon. A bit of distance may be a good thing at this time. You never realize things may have moved too quickly until it's too late.
Serendipity was a really great addition to the genre of John Cusack Romantic Comedies, especially after the major letdown of America's Sweethearts which had only one good line: Billy Crystal's "93 pounds? That's a Backstreet Boy." Regardless, John Cusack is a national treasure and Kate Beckinstale (or however the fuck it's spelled) is a major hottie. I guess I never really noticed since I purposely tried not to pay attention to Pearl Harbor.