i've been trying to write all week. and there's this stupid shit going on in my house. an electricity surge. the air conditioners and the washing machine suck up the juice and *bam*, there goes the comp.
so in the middle of an entry, that i'm racing to type, my comp turns off.
in frustration, it just stays off.
anyway....
well last week my hand took a life of its own...
it called mike.
yep... and we spoke for 2 hours.
and we made plans for the weekend.
saturday at the bronx zoo.
and i made him promise not to flake.
"you're not going to pull a valentine's day on me?"
at one point, i thought he was.
we had spoken during the week, and he's talking about all these things he wants or has to do on saturday.... um, there goes the zoo.
but he came through with flying colors.
saturday:
he was late, but he showed up with breakfast. and coffee exactly the way i like it.
he paid for the day too. i wasn't expecting it.
he had a digital camera with him, and we were taking awesome pictures.
we were at the african plains looking at the peacocks.
mike says, "something hit me..". he turns around and looks.
i am fully unaware.
he goes back to photo the fancy birds.
i look at his head, and there's bird shit.
i burst out laughing... and i'm pointing.. and can barely get my words out.
i tell him it's good luck. heh.
he's lucky to have had handy wipes with him.
we spent ten hours together.
we went back to his place to hook up the camera.
and then he got affectionate.. and la la la la.
my mind was set on -rational-.
he had to get ready for a b-day party.
"i'm going to go take a shower... or we can do what we used to do.."
my response?
"go take a shower".
um... i don't know about him.. i'm still sketched out. i still haven't found out about him.
he speaks vaguely about certain situations.
i got super suspicious when he showed me his drawings. really great drawings.. something he did with ALOT of time on his hands.
there were of a "buddy" who wanted a portrait so he can send it with a card to his daughter.
there was a drawing of his hand drawing the hand and on and on.
there was a lot of brick background going on in most of these drawings.
oh, and there was the one that his other "buddy" (coughCELLMATEcough) wanted.. it was a drawing of a sexy girl. he mentioned that his "buddy" only had a wallet size picture of this sexy girl, and wanted mike to draw a larger version of it.
um.. i still didn't think it was the time to ask him about his past.
but it raised an eyebrow.
whatever.... he said he'd call... heh heh.. we will see.
...................................
other news?
pete is angry with me, because i bailed out on his birthday. i was really tired, and his birthday was on a wednesday.
i WAS really dog tired.
i didn't know he made plans with ONLY me.
i'm like, "but it's your birthday? why wouldn't you make plans with the rest of your friends??"
him annoyed, "you're right. i should've made plans with other people."
"i mean why didn't you invite other people to go out tonight?"
"because i don't like hanging out with large groups of people.."
um hello?? something fishy going on, right??
yeah well... i dropped it. i felt guilty for about twenty minutes, but then i remembered how we had spent my birthdays in the past.
no card, no flowers, no gift.
just him.
wanting to go christmas shopping for his friends and family.. not including me.
yeah... i wasn't feeling so bad after that.
ANYWAY
................................
oh, and mike b. called me.
the bartender.
pleasant chat.
there was talk about hanging out this week.
he's a sweetie.
we'll see about that too.
.................................
que sera, sera...
9:17 p.m. - 2001-05-06
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