Friday, Feb. 03, 2006 - 11:38 p.m.
Cost of the War in Iraq
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OK, me and artsyguy are done.
It seems that I cannot say anything more than three sentences before he takes what I am saying the wrong way and either thinks I am blaming him for something, or that I am complaining, or going on and on... yup. three sentences.
Ahhh, if only I wasn't in a teasing cute makingout perfectly fine mood when he accuses me of "making a big deal out of" something. Because then when he says that in this plaintive tone of voice, then I magically become the mood he has ascribed to me. Ie pissed, impatient and annoyed.
About ten times in the last weekend, leading to the three day hiatus. But then twice tonight in less than an hour and a half.
So, here I am at home, gave back his keys, have most of my stuff picked up from his place and back home. I guess I'll read in bed.
So, finished, done, kaput.
We aren't even due to get our std tests until the morning of the 15th.
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Goodbye Michael. May your next life be kinder to you. - Thursday, Jun. 25, 2009
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