This Shit Ain't a Fairy Tale

... the continuing misadventures of me trying to live happily ever after...







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2008-06-28
11:03 PM

The Madness Continues...

Guess who just left…

No, not Andre.

No, not Steve.

Not even Miles.

No… Justin just left. Man, I swear these fools are in serious rotation.

Justin was supposed to meet us last night and didn’t so he called early this morning to invite me to some festival.

Oh – and for the record, I neither gained nor lost a single ounce at this week’s weigh-in. I’m a failure. But I promise you this: I’m going to be super about my weight loss hustle this week – what with the bbq and all coming up this weekend. I need those shoes!

Anyway, Justin invited me to the festival somewhere in the City. I was too hot and too lazy to even bother listening to his voicemail telling me where and when. Instead I went to hang out with (read: shop) with my mama (cause that’s what we do). About 5:00 PM Justin called and asked if he could come over.

I said yes.

I needed the attention of a man. Sue me.

He brought chicken, ribs, beans and potato salad from the festival (holla!) and I broke out the good vodka. Oh, and he really liked my place. That made me tres happy.

We spent most of the evening lying around on each other, watching tv, talking about why we could never be a couple, and copping not-so-secret feels. He also gave me a massage (the man is a physical therapist) - then quite out of nowhere rushed out. Seriously, without warning or preamble the man just starts putting on his shoes and socks.

I have no idea.

He had been giving me the ‘you’re not the hit it and quit it girl, Mia’ speech. Uh… duh… I know that. I think he doesn’t know what he wants from me, and while we are great on paper, we fuss too much. As Lala says: we can’t even walk through a door together.

BUT as he was about to leave through my door, he pushed me against the wall and stuck his tongue down my throat. Good grief. I made a grab for the package, because… well, after Jared’s disappointing lil man, I want no surprises. Lil Justin was okay, but he wasn’t fully awake, so…

Then I put him out and slammed the door. A minute there was a timid knocking at the door.

“Paige likes to go swimming, so…”

Paige is welcome to come over and swim anytime. Tell her daddy to stay at home.”

SLAM!

Oh, and Justin borrowed two movies. I made him leave his watch as collateral.

*wink*





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