Feelin’ Moody
In case you occasionally romanticize about being in a relationship with me, let me remind you that I am one moody motherfucker. The smallest tremor…by j. brotherlove
In case you occasionally romanticize about being in a relationship with me, let me remind you that I am one moody motherfucker. The smallest tremor in atmospheric pressure sends my sensibilities careening from one end of the spectrum to the other. This is especially true around other people (which is why I tend to avoid them). Some days are better than others. This weekend was not a witness to one of the better days.
First of all, I am broke. And although I can put that in the background and continue doing my thang, this past weekend I kept thinking of things to do which required money. This is most annoying because when I do have a little extra cash, I generally sit at home watching TechTV.
Anyway, Loverboy stepped up to the plate and did his best to put me in better spirits, including:
- Dinner at Cavu
- Metrosexuality (yes, again)
- Lunch at Little Azio (where the much better Anduluz, used to be)
- Red Dragon
His success was fleeting and I remained aloof and distant most of the weekend until he’d had enough. At 2:30AM Sunday morning, he hopped out of bed and began putting on his clothes.
“What are you doing?” “I can tell you want to be alone. So, I’m going home.” “What are you talking about? It’s 2 o’ clock in the morning. Bring your butt back to bed.”
Neither one of us slept peacefully. He left for church, Sunday morning, in a sour mood and I felt badly about being - whatever I was being. Luckily, I’m cute with a good heart and the sexual prowess of a p*rn star because, I would be intolerable, otherwise.
“cute with a good heart and the sexual prowess of a p*rn star” is actually an excellent combination with the moody, irritable thing. i’m not sure why, maybe i’m just reading my own sick sensibilities into it, but i think moody is … more interesting? being nice all the time - how boring is that?
i’m not well though. not well at all.
Oh, how I relate to feelin’ moody. Sometimes it’s so bad that my friend Darrell calls me bipolar …
Co-Sign — At times you just want some time to yourself. Those funky moods hit without a warning — and there’s nothing anyone can say or do to get you outta it.
hey…don’t forget your wit and charm. ;)
WHAT EVER!
*grin*