Save room for my love.
I'm sick. :(
Joe and I skipped class on Tuesday because we were too busy discussing several things.
And I skipped class today because, well, I'm fucking sick, that's why! I don't like this. I hate being sick. Tomorrow is my day off and I'll just spend it being sick unless I magically recover tonight.
Joe went to school by himself which I would not prefer since that area is potentially dangerous, especially at night. I know that he's the guy and that I shouldn't be worried but I am anyway. I don't know what it is, but when we're together walking somewhere or on the bus and some weirdo shows up or someone who looks like he or she wants to cause trouble comes around, it's like I'm on my guard, ready to defend the both of us. So that must not be only a guy-quality. Maybe it's the fact that I'm Puerto Rican. If anyone messes with me or my own, I'll beat their ass down or get severely fucked up trying to. I'm usually a friendly person, but if you cross me, watch out. It's just a good thing that no one ever really tries to mess with me since I'm so amiable. Hehe!
I'm very territorial, though. If another girl is looking at Joe, I give her the most evil look possible without even trying. I narrow my eyes, stand closer to him, and turn my nose at up at anyone who dare try to flirt or even look at my prawn. I find it quite entertaining in retrospect, though, and so does Joe. I told him that he best keep his eyes on the floor or the sky but if I catch him checking someone out -- and say that bitch decides to act on it -- not only will I beat her ass down, but I'll make sure he pays for it too.
That reminds me of this one time at the last boat party we went to. I was a little tipsy and was just standing around next to Joe and he's talking to his friends and shit. Some white ass blonde ho comes up and says to Joe, "How come you never called me that one time??" I actually gasped and looked at first Joe then the girl with a "Oh-hellllll-no-bitch" look on my face. Joe looked at me and saw that I was getting pissed, and he told me right then that she gave him her number a long time ago before we were going out. I grabbed Joe's arm and stared her ass down as he said that it was because he was interested in someone else (me). That's right bitch, turn around before I turn your white ass red.
Forgive me, I'm sick and I can't think clearly. And when I'm sick and not thinking clearly, I don't use proper grammar and/or spelling and I like to talk about hurting people.
I am going to take NyQuil and lay the fuck down. KNOCK ME OUT! KNOCK! ME! OUT!!!
Joe and I skipped class on Tuesday because we were too busy discussing several things.
And I skipped class today because, well, I'm fucking sick, that's why! I don't like this. I hate being sick. Tomorrow is my day off and I'll just spend it being sick unless I magically recover tonight.
Joe went to school by himself which I would not prefer since that area is potentially dangerous, especially at night. I know that he's the guy and that I shouldn't be worried but I am anyway. I don't know what it is, but when we're together walking somewhere or on the bus and some weirdo shows up or someone who looks like he or she wants to cause trouble comes around, it's like I'm on my guard, ready to defend the both of us. So that must not be only a guy-quality. Maybe it's the fact that I'm Puerto Rican. If anyone messes with me or my own, I'll beat their ass down or get severely fucked up trying to. I'm usually a friendly person, but if you cross me, watch out. It's just a good thing that no one ever really tries to mess with me since I'm so amiable. Hehe!
I'm very territorial, though. If another girl is looking at Joe, I give her the most evil look possible without even trying. I narrow my eyes, stand closer to him, and turn my nose at up at anyone who dare try to flirt or even look at my prawn. I find it quite entertaining in retrospect, though, and so does Joe. I told him that he best keep his eyes on the floor or the sky but if I catch him checking someone out -- and say that bitch decides to act on it -- not only will I beat her ass down, but I'll make sure he pays for it too.
That reminds me of this one time at the last boat party we went to. I was a little tipsy and was just standing around next to Joe and he's talking to his friends and shit. Some white ass blonde ho comes up and says to Joe, "How come you never called me that one time??" I actually gasped and looked at first Joe then the girl with a "Oh-hellllll-no-bitch" look on my face. Joe looked at me and saw that I was getting pissed, and he told me right then that she gave him her number a long time ago before we were going out. I grabbed Joe's arm and stared her ass down as he said that it was because he was interested in someone else (me). That's right bitch, turn around before I turn your white ass red.
Forgive me, I'm sick and I can't think clearly. And when I'm sick and not thinking clearly, I don't use proper grammar and/or spelling and I like to talk about hurting people.
I am going to take NyQuil and lay the fuck down. KNOCK ME OUT! KNOCK! ME! OUT!!!
posted by Jen at 11/30/2006 05:46:00 PM
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