crazy bitch. (__pop_r0x) wrote, @ 2009-04-28 10:37:00 |
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Current mood: | horny |
it's a bird! it's a plane! no, it's a terrorist!
Of course, it is only fitting that they decide to have a fake terrorist attack during the duration of my stay in New York. It was so exciting; I don't think I want to leave now! When it happened, I was on my way to go shopping with a friend of a friend and people started running out of buildings and screaming and little ole' me, I'm just standing there wondering what the fuck all the commotion was about. It was certainly the highlight of my little getaway. I had actually decided to stay in NY a little longer before the president thought about flying his plane around ground zero to have a photo opportunity (I swear, photographers are ruining the world). Now, I'm really glad I did. Sadly, I'm coming back to L.A. tomorrow. I've got an early flight. So. Early. I should be back in the afternoon.
The apartment out here is nice, but sharing it with an ex-boyfriend who proposed and I shot down is probably not going to work out. This means I'd need to find a job and an apartment in New York before I could actually move out here. In L.A., all I need is a roommate. And maybe a second job. I haven't quite decided what I'll do. I'm working on weighing pros and cons of moving and staying.
.locked. (open to june and jason)
I had to buy a pregnancy test on Sunday. I was late. Really late. Like, almost three weeks late and I hadn't even noticed. How did I not notice? I guess I was busy thinking about going to New York and worrying about being out on the street in a couple of weeks? Anyway, three tests came back negative and then my long-awaited and very unfashionably late monthly gift arrived. I realized I'd missed a couple birth control pills this month. I don't know how. I'm usually pretty good about taking them because of past mishaps. I'm fucking stupid. The worst part is, when I was having a mental breakdown, thinking I was pregnant. It wasn't because I thought I was going to have a nasty baby, it was because I had no idea who the father could have been of that nasty baby. There were many possibilities. Fuck. I do not want to be one of those whores on Maury talking about 'I don't know who ma baby-daddy is!' and the little Maury bubble down in the corner of the screen says something like 'I've test 37 men... and I still don't know who's the father of my child!' NO! THAT'S NOT GOING TO BE ME!
Since I'm working on quitting smoking, I decided I would quit sex for a while, too. Just to be safe, you know? Because apparently, birth control isn't quite as reliable as it used to be. Problem is, Jason fucking Carr getting me all hot and bothered over instant messenger. Seriously. What's the point? What is the fucking point? I obviously cannot talk to him or be around him when I'm trying to work on my self-control because he has none, and when I'm around him .. I don't really have any either. When I signed off last night, I had to go lock myself in the free bedroom and put a pillow over my mouth so as not to disturb the neighbors. Lucky for me, by the time I get back to L.A., he will be jetting off to some fancy exotic island with fancy exotic models. He can go fuck all of them. That way, when he gets back, he'll be all fucked out. And I'll be used to just getting myself off, so I won't even need him! Or anyone else!
Perfect. This is going to work out well if I could just stop being horny all the time. No, it's definitely going to work.