and again. house. i have been working on writing random out of order scenes for a horror movie. i am frustrated and you know why? because of these othello freaks who time the games for 5 minutes and kick my ass in 3. im a good player. i havent lost a game in person. but on the computer, i think the waves from the screen make me dumb. so ive been writing scenes and picturing this movie. and its going to be so terribly great and hilariously gory that i am in great anticipation.
so, on the love front, kiss my ass. thats what i think of that. hes great and yes i bought him hulk bubble bath today at the supermarket, but hes kind of a selfish bitch. and so am i. but o cant say anything bad i suppose. his friends dad just died (a friend he hadnt seen in months until this happens now hes just sitting and waiting for him.) fine. what a great friend. i cant be upset about it. but when we cant do anything but bicker and then we dont want to let eachother go... what the hell is wrong with this?
he hates everything i do and everything i am. but loves me as a soul. tells me to i should cut my hair, and go by christine and not krissie because its more grown up. tells me i need to find a new job but he complains about his. tells me how he doesnt have time for me because "school is right around the corner" cuz september 4th is tomorrow right? that we are in 2 seporate places in our lives. yeah, your writing comic books and im writing a movie. you sit home all day and play games at night. i work all day and then drink at night. you work friday and saturday night and i think about how nice it would be to do something. because EVERYONE works friday and saturday nights. well, im sick of it. and thou i dont want to jeprodize anything, do i want this? no. i want you. but i dont want your scarcasm. i want you to call, but not to tell me about what your doing. to ask me what i want to do with you. i babbling and this would piss you off too. because onlie jouranals are so fucking retarded... but playing with toys at 26 isnt.
