licksandlashings

I seriously have no fucking clue as to why in my last journal entry I was that fucking happy.. I've never that happy.. like whoah..

So like.. I was talking to my beeb, and he was like, I hate this commercial. -The Aveeno commercial w/ the chic putting stuff on her face and washing it off.- and I'm like, I like it. She's pretty and it keeps me interested. [ It's the truth, probably why I never liked Seinfield.. I don't care about of ugly people and their lives.. probably why I dont really watch sitcoms ].

And he's like, [him and I were talking on the phone, mind you] " well, maybe I'm not into pretty girls."

and I'm like I have to go now ::click::
so he calls me, and, I didn't answer my phone.. and he leaves me this message: I didn't really do anything wrong, so I think this is comical.
and I'm like
and I'm thinking to myself.. jeeze, I'm not exactly one of those chix w/ low self esteem [I'd shoot myself if I didn't like myself]
But I'm not ever, EVER in the mood for my boyfriend to BASICALLY call me ugly.
and then he leaves another message: I'm sorry. I don't like not talking to you.
I later left him a message explaining that I don't like thinking that my boyfriend thinks I'm ugly [subconsciously]. And I would call him tomorrow (today) when I got up... but he's sleeping right now.. so I'll call him later.

I wonder if I over-reacted, or was perfectly right in thinking: GOD DAMN.. FUCKER! >_<
::shrugs::