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27 February 2005 @ 11:09 pm
Just because I slept with the guy doesn't mean I slept with him. Yeesh.  
At some point during the kiss, he became my boyfriend. We weren't in a relationship when our lips met, but by the time we pulled apart I was his girl.
It would be terrible if I was rebounding or if he's just horny and our messing around costs us the friendship. I fear that a bit, as well as the effect this news may have on Sailor - although he probably already knows, he's quite good at predicting things like that.

I spent the night at Seanie's house.
Since I've already had to clarify this twice I'd like to say that no, sex was not involved. I'm not that much of a whore.
Between his mother's roaming the house with a killer case of insomnia and the novelty of sharing the bed with another person, we didn't sleep so much as catnap. I suppose I can try to blame the decision to submit to the inevitable labels on a lack of sleep and midnight incoherency. (Additionally, we had just watched the Simpsons, Harvey Birdman, and Japanese Super Ninja Turtles, in that exact order. It can't be good for mental health.)
I don't know what I think about the labels. Part of me never wants to be anyone's girlfriend again. Part of me wants to jump back on the relationship horse and ride it to the ground. Sometimes I just need someone to tell me that I'm pretty. Sometimes I just gotta geek around watching stupid shows with my head resting on a shoulder. (Or a belly. Bellies make great pillows.) But if heads is joking around with your best friend and tails is messing around with your lover the coin has to eventually land and you call it. You can't just keep it suspended in midair, refusing to make a decision. (Unfortunately. That would be neat.) (Also, like most of metaphors that didn't work at all. Shaddup.)

In the morning Seanie made eggs, and I was impressed because he puts waaaaay more effort into them than I do. (Guys are like that; they make fancy eggs because they want to impress you but it's all they can cook.)
How Sammie Makes Eggs
1. Crack eggs.
2. Dump eggs into buttered pan.
3. Leave mess to sizzle while I smash the eggshells, because when I was a child I was told that witches will use the halves of eggshells to sail across the world to wherever you are and kidnap you and sell you or eat you.
4. When eggs are no longer runny, I dump them between two pieces of toast and eat them.
How Seanie Makes Eggs
1. Crack eggs.
2. Mix eggs with milk.
3. Dump eggs into buttered pan (but much neater than Sammie would.)
4. Babysit the eggs, thoughtfully adding flavorful touches like cheese, pepper, salt, meat and whatever other crap he tossed in there while I was playing with the toaster.
5. Neatly plate the finished eggs.
I'm far too lazy to bother with all that. I gotta admit it tastes much better his way, tho'.
 
 
 
captured: The exact feeling.[Fallen by aido]capuu on March 1st, 2005 12:25 am (UTC)
To think I've been helping the witches all this time.
Suzik00kaburra on March 1st, 2005 04:22 pm (UTC)
They'll get you, my pretty! And your little dog, too.
abnerpeacock on March 1st, 2005 03:19 am (UTC)
That witch story is classic. Funny the things we believe when when we're young. I used to fool my younger sister and brother into thinking that I could call Santa Claus from some old telephone that we used to play with. I used that one every time they were being brats. I guess it traumatized them because they still remind me of it (regularly) even at the age of 21 and 22.
Leishu Lininu_ranma on March 1st, 2005 04:49 am (UTC)
Hey!
That is SO unfair!

I can cook ramen too...

As for me and how this hits me...I don't think it really hits me per se. I told you quite a few times that my primary concern in all of this is your happiness. It sounds like you're...being happy.

I'll heal. I have to count on that and you should too. I may even be able to be more social with you and be your best friend or something someday if our relationship chooses not to rekindle and more if it does. Right now, though, I hurt and I hurt a whole lot.

A big part, and I mean a BIG part of me is really happy for you and Seanie. I'm jealous, too, but you know my jealousy is more of the loving, friendly sort of jealousy. I don't get angry jealous any more than I get angry angry,

A small part hurts, but that's hurt at our parting, not at you finding someone with whom you click so well. I've told you lots of times, too, that if I could trust one other person to be with you, that it would be Seanie.

You should listen more often. >_<

That, and you should describe my eggs, too. I deserve honorable mention for the only...I mean...err. the best thing I can cook.
Suzik00kaburra on March 1st, 2005 04:25 pm (UTC)
Re: Hey!
How Sailor Makes Eggs
1. Crack eggs.
2. Dump eggs into buttered pan.
3. Mess around with the heat a couple of times 'til it's the PERFECT temperature.
4. Cook the eggs, adding fancy touches like garlic salt and ham and cheese.
5. Dump the eggs on a big plate and have everyone eat off of it.
6. Do all this without a shirt on, and SUCESSFULLY AVOID SPLATTERING ON YOURSELF. MUY IMPRESSIVE.
kerokerotab on March 1st, 2005 05:28 pm (UTC)
Re: Hey!
yeah i remember those eggs too.....made a mess in my kitchen but they were good!
Paul Linh Nguyenanimekid on March 1st, 2005 07:26 am (UTC)
If you have indeed found someone you can share your feelings with...that is good...

But you should try to look introspectively just to play it safe and assure yourself it's not a rebound o.o;;
Since it can come around to haunt you if you never knew the answer yourself...?
I dunno...just rambling...relationship matters always were never that easy...particularly when the topic comes to this particularly x_x
mutantstar on March 1st, 2005 02:43 pm (UTC)
Tell me about the labels, girl. I'm seeing someone but we're not girlfriend/boyfriend and it's hard to know what we're going to end up being. I just keep analysing the relationship to death. Maybe it's time for me to call either heads or tails too.
Suzik00kaburra on March 1st, 2005 04:26 pm (UTC)
Or, if the coin is chocolate, you could just eat it!
Funny, that never occurred to me.
Relationships are the crazy!
~ * flurr sprite * ~nkicroft on March 2nd, 2005 03:02 am (UTC)
eggs with milk actually taste really yummy!
Suzik00kaburra on March 2nd, 2005 04:38 am (UTC)
Yeah they are! I didn't know tho' 'cuz I'd never had 'em before.
The Abominable Chaxmiyu_sakura on March 2nd, 2005 02:36 pm (UTC)
At some point during the kiss, he became my boyfriend. We weren't in a relationship when our lips met, but by the time we pulled apart I was his girl.

I love this line.

Leave mess to sizzle while I smash the eggshells, because when I was a child I was told that witches will use the halves of eggshells to sail across the world to wherever you are and kidnap you and sell you or eat you.

I've heard that one two. ^^
Jasondelirium19 on March 2nd, 2005 08:57 pm (UTC)
I know, its so a 1920s love/mystery movie line.
Egg sandwhiches are great, especially with cheese and bacon, all wrapped up between pancakes. Sorry I got annoyed at Mcdonalds for their mcgriddles being so greassy
Suzik00kaburra on March 3rd, 2005 03:34 am (UTC)
Even better is the fact that he said the line, not me. Apparently deep in the ass of the night he's quite poetic.
Jasondelirium19 on March 3rd, 2005 06:42 am (UTC)
"deep in the ass of the night" now that is a new millenium line if i EVER heard it lol. Im gonna have to write that down. Oh well, good luck!