i found out last night. as I was being told, I was fine. this person doesn't know anything about him and me, so i didn't want my reaction to be what gave it away. then i called my best friend and that's when the tears started.
funny thing is, it's not even him. i don't want to be with him anymore (although, as i've said before, i want his sex). lately, i've been feeling like 29 is the end of the world for me. i know it's not. and i won't be 29 until October. but for some reason (it's usually hormonal - imagine that) i tend to get very emotional about it. the other day i scared myself thinking that i only had like 9 good years left which means that i only have 108 chances to have a baby. which really, is not going to happen unless i'm in a relationship with someone, preferably married. which leads into why i was so emotional - i was throwing a tantrum. the "when am i going to get married" tantrum. seriously - i didn't even think i was ready for marriage until a few months ago and definitely not with seri.
so that's that. seri's getting married. he came up to my desk yesterday and talked to me for about 30 minutes and still didn't tell me. i guess he doesn't owe me that, but really, if he's going to talk about us having sex while he 's at my desk (it's true) then he can tell me he's engaged. he really is an asshole. :-)
besides that, i've been craving Kentucky Fried Chicken wings and this vegetable salad / dip - not necessarily together, but that'd be fine if it was. damn period. bless my heart if one of those 108 eggs actually comes to fruition cause whoever fathered that thing is going to have some serious "i'm having a baby and i'm craving crazy shit in the middle of the night" buying times.
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