thelastpauline

wow, eight comments on one retarded sentence I'm now embarassed for writing. everyone is sweet here; I'm so excited.

so I didn't mean to sleep in until 11:45 today but I kind of did. fuck it, I don't have to go to work until four, so what the hell? not to mention I woke up at 4:00 this morning to have sex with my boyfriend Matt before he went to work. I do feel kind of guilty when he calls me and asks what I've been doing and I say "sleeping" when he's been at work for six hours already.

but what the hell, it's Friday, and I have a nine to five tomorrow.

I'm supposed to go have lunch with my ex-boyfriend/future husband Sergio before I go to work today. apprehensive, because I don't want to start obsessing over him again, and more importantly, I don't want him to start obsessing over me. but I do want to see him; I miss talking to him and stuff. but I feel guilty (again with the guilt, I was obviously raised Catholic) for varied reasons. whatever. I'm a good person.

ha ha. drama! intrigue! or something. all I really want to do is eat some pudding.