Friday, June 10, 2005

Got a fix - now I'm good to go

I couldn't help myself I had to call Huntsville this morning. 

"Eh?", what the hell is he talkin' about! 

Well, let me see.. There's this women that I speak to now and then, who lives in Alabama.  I happened to mention that I was going to Florida for work but it would have been nice if I had someone to go for the weekend with.  She said "You should have asked me I would go..", and so we are off to Memphis for the weekend in a couple of weeks..

Some people round here that I've told think I'm mad, I've never met her, seen her, and until couple of weeks ago hadn't spoken to her more than a dozen times..  But things like this are what the best of times are made of no?!

So were talkin' and having fun.  I feel like a schoolgirl again, err not "again" but again...  You know what I mean and don't look at me like that! *grin*

So X called me today, as I was just tellin' Surly when he asked if she knew what I meant when I said I didn't want to talk to her till September.. Yes she does know what it means but she couldn't help herself.  I knew it was coming she's been wanting to for days now.. How do I know?  Cos she was trying to use the "link" to get me to call her.. I put her down - yes I answered the phone, but in my own defense I'd just spoken to Huntsville so I had a bit of a glow going - firmly but I hope gently.  She's having a bad time of it but I could feel the clouds of despair gathering over me as she was talking..  No good, sorry, decide what you want, then call me.  *sigh*

What an emotionally exhausting week.  Ahh well, it's Friday!  Friday, Friday, Friday!  *grin*

Going in past the store I think for burgers and beer for a bit of grillin', unless it's 90 degrees and 80 percent humidity in which case it's beer and smoky while shivering my balls off in the basement playing games, I would go to the bar but they don't have freakin' AC..

Shite.. Maybe I'll drag Fomudder down to see the X at her work tomorrow.. No I won't.. Maybe just for an hour..

This is worse than stopping bloody smokin'..  Come to papa Huntsville.  A change is as good as a rest, no?

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