friday evening saw rain wetting the sidewalks and people rushing off from school to party away. the dumb one and i studied in the law library before heading off for dinner.
during dinner, that dumb one kept telling me a number. i had no freaking idea what the hell he was talking about when he said the word "anniversary".
i was taken aback. not just taken aback slightly, you know.. if you need a word, try imagining being "thrown against the wall".
i thought that was real cute of you la.
"anniversary".
LOL. idiot, i couldn't eat properly after that la.
i'm telling u guys, in this relationship, i am the one with the pants and he is the bitch. seriously, i had no idea when we got together because everything had many many grey areas. it wasn't in black and white like a detailed contract but like a 1950 soap oprah - grey, black and white. if he didn't mention anything, i would just be living for the day.
he admits, i am the guy while he is the girl.
seriously, shouldn't the girl be the one thinking about it constantly while the male forgets the so-called "important" date? the guy usually gets the slap.
him:"so you deserve a slap right?" *hits my shoulder Gently*
grace:"grrrrrr...u dare?" *slaps back HARD, ROAR*
oh well,
i still lub euu LA!
