:: Conjoined Cognition ::

:: Saturday, January 31, 2004 ::

aye.
well, naron and his girl are asleep in my bed. i'm stoned as fuck and i think i'm being stalked. and i like it.

why so, you ask?

because it's by p*t (#2). he's called twice in the past hour and hung up. silly fucker doesn't seem to know that i have caller i.d.
so:

1) he's fucking with me.

2) he's wasted and wants to call but keeps chickening out.

3) he's a psycho-stalker.

seeing his # come up almost gave me a heart attack.
for real, my heart flip flopped. i even felt a little sick.

we'll see what this progresses into.

i knew he was going to call me. now what? i'm trying to keep a logical view. trying to let it ride.

in other news:

went to tuscany again. this time The Queer drank beers and i drank...coffee. it was a good time and i'm very proud of myself. extremely proud, even. 2 cafe mochas and about 4 cups of coffee. you can bet your knitty ass that i was climbing the walls!

well. i'm sitting here, wondering if the phone is going to ring again. i bet it does. i just bet.


:: Mme. M 1:13 AM [+] ::
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Paging Drella

So how about it, sister? Shall we resume?

:: jennetic 9:39 AM [+] ::
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