|Apparently I need to use smaller words:|
August 8, 2005
For the record, it's 99 degrees here today...with over 75% humidity...I'm sweating in places I didn't even know I had skin....
So I get home from work today, all set to put on shorts/tank top and lounge on the couch with the fan blowing my way (no a/c at my place) and had done just that when Travas stopped by.
He came in, wanted to make some small talk about what's news in his little world...I acted disinterested...well, it wasn't really an act, I'm sooooo over him it's not funny, but I'll humor him, at least until he gets his shit out of the pawn shop.
After visiting for a bit, he comes and sits by me on the couch. Wanting to get 'friendly'...I asked him if he'd been drinking his own bath water again..."What do you mean?" he says..."I just wanted to be with you today"...
Um...hello freak boy!!! It's eleventy billion degrees in my house...I don't want to touch myself, so I damn straight don't want some sweaty, smelly, sticky lummox touching me.
He kept trying, and I kept denying him...I guess he wasn't following along too terribly well...so when the phone rang, I jumped to answer it.
It was salvation on the other end...salvation known as Chris....he asked if he could stop by on his way to work.."Yeah, absolutely"....
And he did.
And Travas got pissed and left.
Too fucking bad.