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03.10.08 |
My computer crashed at home again, so I have to take it into the shop. But I had a funny thought today, so I thought I'd better rush here on the company dime and tell Diaryland my funny.
So Wood and I have been chatting, and it's just weird. We've decided we'll be friends, but we don't want any doors for more options later to close, but we both work a lot and don't have a lot of free time, but when we do have free time, it's occupied with other things.
Huh? What? This doesn't really seem like much of a friendship. I occasionally like a little face time. He, on the other hand, is good with a few text message throughout the day and a phone call at night.
Anyways, so in talking last night, and seeing that he wasn't really respecting the unspoken if-we're-just-friends-then-talking-about-previous-sex-is-off-limits rule, I very delicately queried, "So does this mean you're still gonna gimme some?"
He replied, "Well, yeah, ok. But that wasn't a very romantic way of putting it. I feel like a piece of meat."
Aside: Isn't it so cute how he's such a girl about it? Even after he has to be compelled to go out and do activities that don't involve him working. Piece of meat, indeed.
Anyways, so this morning I texted him to asure him that he is not just a piece of meat - that I'm pretty sure they serve him with a side salad, too.
So I don't think I can refer to him as Wood anymore. I think I must now change his name to Side Salad, or Double-S for short.
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