Whisper Something Fragile
Utter your last words.
My name is Nance. Most things are nonsense coincidence.
Kind of quiet…don’t you think?
So, he’s sleeping over tonight. ..it’s really super quiet in my room. If it wasn’t for the music playing on Pandora, I could probably hear people flushing toilets. I’m getting a little irritated.
All this talk about band concerts makes me want to go to one real bad.
Because I’ve always wanted to see Mayday Parade, The Maine, or My Favorite Highway even though I think they broke up already. Ughh. SAD FACE! I’m going to stuff my face with chips now!
He’s disgusting.
My boyfriend is a disgusting person who can utterly be a turn off but I guess, being that we are completely comfortable with one another, I can tolerate…his nasty actions.
For one, we were in HSO today and he was eating his Alfredo when he happened to choke on it a little…and had to blow is nose because it went through the wrong pipe or so he says…and so what does he do next? He picks his nose and he digs out a BIG chunk of booger. I saw the whole thing and to me, it was a big, “Wtf?” Next, he happens to sneeze while still chewing on his alfredo and it came out of his mouth or nose, whichever, and he got it all over his jacket.
I mean, I guess it’s not really his fault. Between the burps and farts and scratching of his genitals, I guess he’s still a pretty decent man. I guess. I mean, that’s human.
Haha… I still love you. :)
Things aren’t as I was expected.
He told me to come down but I told him to come up and he complained. All I wanted was for him to help me carry things down because, as I told him earlier, I was going to do my laundry at his apartment since our laundry machines suck. I went downstairs, put my stuff in the his car, and told him I had to go back upstairs to get the rest of my stuff. He asked why, he told me to be ready. But I was. I just couldn’t carry everything down by myself. So I went up and grabbed the stuff and we left to Target because he needed some things.
During the car ride to Target, he asked me why I wore so much make up and who I was trying to look good for and I answered, “For myself.” And he tells me I shouldn’t wear it for myself. Because then I’ll just keep wearing a lot of make up…and it will disappear and I’ll keep having to buy it.
Got to Target, followed him around. Stayed quiet. Then I walked to the nail polish stuff because I wanted to buy more colors. Walked some more. Then I took my phone out because I wanted to text my roommate that I got more colors for us, but what does he do? The moment I slide up my phone, he pushes it back down and tells me not to touch my phone. And I told him that I just wanted to text my roommate that I got more colors…and he just scoffs and we continue walking. I wanted to cry but didn’t want to show it. So I stayed quiet. Maybe it’s because it’s that time of the month for me but he’s being a big bully. I don’t like him right now but I’m playing along. So hungry. Should have ate before leaving with this fool.
