Raccoon Eyes
I am going through another neurotic phase--mostly, but certainly not totally, PMS induced.
I asked the science teacher when we are starting our period, and she said Monday. (Let me explain--she and I always start within a day of one another. I am not on the pill, not am I sexually active, as everyone here is well aware, so I don't have any reason to pay that close of attention to when I am ready to start. The science teacher, on the other hand, is both on the pill and sexually active, thus, she knows to the minute when to expect her period--and if it is more than an hour late, she become more neurotic than me! Even though her boyfriend has had a vasectomy!)
Anyway, that makes me feel better about my bloating, break out and mood.
Beamer hasn't called this week, even after telling me we would talk early in the week. I believe this weekend he has friends in from out of town. I knew he would be busy with that. I know I won't hear from him this weekend. I was fine with all of this. Seriously. I wanted to hear from him all week, but it didn't gnaw at me like it has in the past. I like him, want to date him, but I can't deal with the back and forth.
I was on my computer--something new--with Bernie Mac reruns on in the background.
Bernie Mac made me cry. Yes--the cock-eyed goofball (I mean that in a good way) did an episode where the wife starts nesting and wanting a baby. He doesn't want to, and the shows unwinds from there.
I understood the wife's grief. I have also stuck a pillow up my shirt to see how I would look pregnant (not recently, but still...)
I felt like--Damn--I am never going to get married. I am never going to have kids f my own. I will probably never have sex again. Jeff doesn't want me. Even after a blow job that made him dizzy (I know--TMI) and some fun with ice (I know, I know) I don't even get a call or an e-mail or anything.
So, there you have it. Bernie Mac, one of the original Kings of Comedy, has made me a melancholy mess. And now, because of Bernie Mac, I have raccoon eyes and cannot go to bed until my nose unstuffs or else I will wake up tomorrow with a killer sinus headache.
I asked the science teacher when we are starting our period, and she said Monday. (Let me explain--she and I always start within a day of one another. I am not on the pill, not am I sexually active, as everyone here is well aware, so I don't have any reason to pay that close of attention to when I am ready to start. The science teacher, on the other hand, is both on the pill and sexually active, thus, she knows to the minute when to expect her period--and if it is more than an hour late, she become more neurotic than me! Even though her boyfriend has had a vasectomy!)
Anyway, that makes me feel better about my bloating, break out and mood.
Beamer hasn't called this week, even after telling me we would talk early in the week. I believe this weekend he has friends in from out of town. I knew he would be busy with that. I know I won't hear from him this weekend. I was fine with all of this. Seriously. I wanted to hear from him all week, but it didn't gnaw at me like it has in the past. I like him, want to date him, but I can't deal with the back and forth.
I was on my computer--something new--with Bernie Mac reruns on in the background.
Bernie Mac made me cry. Yes--the cock-eyed goofball (I mean that in a good way) did an episode where the wife starts nesting and wanting a baby. He doesn't want to, and the shows unwinds from there.
I understood the wife's grief. I have also stuck a pillow up my shirt to see how I would look pregnant (not recently, but still...)
I felt like--Damn--I am never going to get married. I am never going to have kids f my own. I will probably never have sex again. Jeff doesn't want me. Even after a blow job that made him dizzy (I know--TMI) and some fun with ice (I know, I know) I don't even get a call or an e-mail or anything.
So, there you have it. Bernie Mac, one of the original Kings of Comedy, has made me a melancholy mess. And now, because of Bernie Mac, I have raccoon eyes and cannot go to bed until my nose unstuffs or else I will wake up tomorrow with a killer sinus headache.
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