Last night: Made a bet with the boy over who could get the most tips in 4 hours, I won, by a lot. Worked my ass off for people that don’t give a shit. Had the worst back pain ever. Got out of work an hour and a half later than we should have. Went to my twin’s. Gave her monies. Went to the boy’s after he had to help me parallel park on his street. Passed out with him on the bed. “I’d do anything for you. Anything.” My cold little bitch heart melted a little more. Spent an hour willing ourselves to get up and get food. More taco bell. “Don’t order anything stupid!” South Park, that show makes me want to explode. Wore his jacket to bed because it smells like him. Woke up and had to turn off all the lights and the TV. Bad dreams and woke up to him having a nightmare. He was late to work but I got a big smile before he left. I’m happy.
Mommy and daddy come home from holiday today and I’m so excited. Missed my mom. It’s sunny and I plan on enjoying it until I have to go to work. Day off tomorrow.
And no, I will not be posting a damn thing about the Royal Wedding. Cuz I don’t give a fuck.
The other night: Worked, made $20 in tips, grabbed the twin and went to the bar, got introduced to “Lawrence” and talked to him about ghosts, drank my drink too fast, apologized over the phone to the boy for being a manic bitch, Matt my favorite buddy showed up, dumped water all over myself, the boy showed up, smoked a cigar, sat in a wet chair, gave up about having dry pants for the night, “We’re together without the title,” couldn’t pay the bartender because my card wouldn’t go through, went to the boy’s, an awkward “I love you” came out of his mouth and we pretended it didn’t happen, ate Taco Bell, snuggled, promised things we shouldn’t have but did anyways.
I’m very in love with a boy and I don’t know what to do.