I just woke up on the couch. I fell asleep sometime as the sun was coming up. Yesterday was my first real day off in a while. And after a long hard day of doing nothing, it was two in the morning and I was about to go to my nice warm bed for some snuggling sleep. But no. The phone rang.
Lets pause for a second. I hate the sound of the phone ringing. I guess it's cause when I was a kid my dad's phones always rang...the house phone, his cell phone (remember the big brown ones that were the size of a fucking brick) and the car phone in the garage. It drove me crazy. When I'm home I unplug my phone because anyone I care to talk to has my cell phone number. And my cell phone is always on silent. But my boyfriend NEEDS to have the phone plugged in. I think he NEEDS to get his ass a cell phone. Which leads us back to two am this morning when I was almost asleep until the goddamn phone rang and woke me up.
You maybe asking yourself, who the fuck calls at two in the morning when everyone knows you work early in the morning or you go to school in the morning? Trailer trash that's who. So he answers to the phone. And then puts his shoes on and leaves and he won't tell me where he's going. Which means it was something retarded. I know it was his mother. So that means his brother wasn't home from work yet or his other brother was in jail again. But what does that have to do with us? What can we do about that? Not a goddamn thing.
He left anyway. Came back around five. I was wide awake watching t.v. and the bastard had the nerve to get pissy because I wouldn't come to bed. He said something like, I have class in a few hours. I have to get some sleep. I didn't say anything. I wanted to but I didn't. i just sat there and watched tv until I fell asleep.
I could really use a cigarette but I quit smoking. So I guess I'll just go down to coffeehouse and talk to normal people.
Lets pause for a second. I hate the sound of the phone ringing. I guess it's cause when I was a kid my dad's phones always rang...the house phone, his cell phone (remember the big brown ones that were the size of a fucking brick) and the car phone in the garage. It drove me crazy. When I'm home I unplug my phone because anyone I care to talk to has my cell phone number. And my cell phone is always on silent. But my boyfriend NEEDS to have the phone plugged in. I think he NEEDS to get his ass a cell phone. Which leads us back to two am this morning when I was almost asleep until the goddamn phone rang and woke me up.
You maybe asking yourself, who the fuck calls at two in the morning when everyone knows you work early in the morning or you go to school in the morning? Trailer trash that's who. So he answers to the phone. And then puts his shoes on and leaves and he won't tell me where he's going. Which means it was something retarded. I know it was his mother. So that means his brother wasn't home from work yet or his other brother was in jail again. But what does that have to do with us? What can we do about that? Not a goddamn thing.
He left anyway. Came back around five. I was wide awake watching t.v. and the bastard had the nerve to get pissy because I wouldn't come to bed. He said something like, I have class in a few hours. I have to get some sleep. I didn't say anything. I wanted to but I didn't. i just sat there and watched tv until I fell asleep.
I could really use a cigarette but I quit smoking. So I guess I'll just go down to coffeehouse and talk to normal people.
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[Edited on Jul 16, 2003]
Congrats on the no smoking though, good good luck. I'm sure you can do it.