April 21, 1991,11:32 am: A Diary Entry
Posted on December 12, 2009He’s already called me this morning. His other line beeped but he didn’t want to get it ’cause he knew it’d be for his mother and he’d have to go. So he didn’t answer it. But then there was another call and he was right, it was for his mom.So he had to go, but he’ll call back.
Someone came knockin’ at my door at around 1am or so this morning and thought I was hoping it’d be Henry proclaiming his undying love for me, I was happy that it was DJ. Yea. She got kicked out of Sherri’s and Traci’s ’cause they are no longer lovers but born-again Christians and just couldn’t have a lesbian in their home. And that was after she had to sit though Bible study. They were probably trying to save her before it’s too late. We’re going on something like 12 years she’s been like this and she doesn’t want to go back. She has lost a lot of weight and is doing well with her physical therapy. She’s going to try to get a passport so she can see the world. Well, heck, she doesn’t have to work so she might as well do something she’s wanted to do all her life.
I want Henry to come over here and be so happy that he kisses me. I just know he wants to – I hope I’m not totally fooling myself. I’ll drop subtle hints – “I figured you out, you’re not shy, you’re just very subtle.” And then I’ll say something about how I would have much rather have been alone with him Friday night. That’s very sweet that he drug, dragged his friends over here. They probably weren’t having all that much fun when they went to go get the alcohol and probably said something to that effect but Henry told them he was driving so they could just chill out ’cause he wanted to see me. I’m very happy. I also realize that I did all this stuff wrong when he was trying to drop one of his subtle hints. Oh well.
My neighbors are making an extraordinary amount of noise this fine morning. I only ask for some peace and quiet. Do I get any? No, of course not. I think I should wake Laura up.
Tags: Diary, fantasy, idiot, manners, walking contradiction
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