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Jealous much?
28 January 2007 16:42Age is a state of mind. Its a number, to reflect how many years your heart has remained in a somewhat steady beat in the body your soul inhabits. Period.
How old is too old? Could someone set some parameters? Because I felt "old" at the bar, and am tired of hearing "your not old". Stale bread is old. The clientel at Players last night was stagnet stale bread, and I felt somewhat "over" it. Maybe a piece of humble pie is in order: even at 30, I play with toys aged from 3-10. I'll stick a pacifier in my pie hole and get over it. *smile*
The Kicker: K is jealous of me, because I sat and talked to HIS boyfriend (D) of 3+ years, extensively last night. They started to argue, and OF course who should happen to walk up in the midst of the conversation? YOURS TRUELY! Perfect timing of something fierce.
Fate is a fickled friend. D called me to explain why they left upbruptly, why K didn't talk to me all night. I find it quite funny actually.
In no way am I Miss Betty home-wrecker. I've known K since 96, and d is just a good friend to talk to. We enjoy each others company. K was busy dragging it up at the bar, it was harmless.
And throw another drama log on the fire. Let it burn. Its quite cold outside.
How old is too old? Could someone set some parameters? Because I felt "old" at the bar, and am tired of hearing "your not old". Stale bread is old. The clientel at Players last night was stagnet stale bread, and I felt somewhat "over" it. Maybe a piece of humble pie is in order: even at 30, I play with toys aged from 3-10. I'll stick a pacifier in my pie hole and get over it. *smile*
The Kicker: K is jealous of me, because I sat and talked to HIS boyfriend (D) of 3+ years, extensively last night. They started to argue, and OF course who should happen to walk up in the midst of the conversation? YOURS TRUELY! Perfect timing of something fierce.
Fate is a fickled friend. D called me to explain why they left upbruptly, why K didn't talk to me all night. I find it quite funny actually.
In no way am I Miss Betty home-wrecker. I've known K since 96, and d is just a good friend to talk to. We enjoy each others company. K was busy dragging it up at the bar, it was harmless.
And throw another drama log on the fire. Let it burn. Its quite cold outside.
