Melony Louise's Natural Habitat

Talk about fate.

Tonight I was supposed to see Labyrinth at a nearby theatre. 20th anniversary stuff. Well, it turned out the newspaper I got the information wrong had a misprint on the end date, and it ended last night. Since we were already downtown eating when we found out, my dad, his friend Tina and I just kept eating. It was a good time still.

I get home, and Nessa invites me to stay the night. Well, I have allergies to her cat (eyeballs go 'splodey sorta thing) and my stomach was just being a bitch, so I said no but that tomorrow I'd go see Simpsons Movie with her.

I play on the computer for a little bit, my tummy settles, and I hear the doorbell. I wait for someone to get it, seeing as how I was topless, but then realized no one was coming. So I throw the shirt on half assed (don't button it) and come to the door, and there's Mason.

"Wanna go get some food?"

"Actually, I just ate..."

"Oh."

"Wanna come in?"

So he came in for a little bit, we talked randomly, he explained how his room mate left ("Hey, I had a big ass party!" "Cool, clean it up!" "Nah, instead I think I'll just move out, take the most random ass shit, and try to make people believe you've been doing violent shit.") and how he had to replace the stuff he took. So my dad gave us a ride to the store (I went along because I hadn't seen him in so long I couldn't stand to be away from him so fast again, and plus he had obviously wanted to hang out with me anyway).

We walked around looking at and buying random shit, talking about random things, and trying to not be affectionate at all for about an hour, before my dad came and took us to his house.

So I started to give specific details to the event (blame the writer in me) but it was pretty personal and I'll just stick with his quote for the night: "fuck all this, you're mine". Honestly, the whole thing was kind of more sweet than I'm used to, as I sort of skimmed the top of when I talked about him and I getting together a few posts ago. But it was nice.

Even though it made me really feel bad for being so mad at him. Until I went, "meh, it was justified in your head at the time" and dropped it. But I guess when my happy dies down a little and his life gets a little less hectic, I should probably sit down and work out what was actual concerns for us and what was just me wanting to chuck things at his head for making me feel like crap, and talk about it. In the meantime however, I just missed him so bad and everything just in general feels better now that it's not all so insanely up in the air what the fuck is going on, since my view had changed to "once he can get his ass to see me, I'll worry about it."

I'm ready to sleep now though. Even though it may be hard on me cos I napped today. Blah.