Welcome to my happily ever after...
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sketchy
This is going to be a quick entry because I'm on a race against time. I was hoping that we would get to leave work today at noon like we did for Thanksgiving, but instead we are working Friday hours. That means that I will get off at 3:00, home at 4, and then will not have much time to get ready before my date shows up. Did I mention that I have a date tonight? One that is going to spend the night tonight. He works in the med center but lives in Spring, so I told him to just bring his stuff and come straight to my apartment. I'm curious to see what we will be doing. I know we'd talked about going to dinner, and other than that, things are up in the air. I kinda like it that way. I get too weird if plans don't go as scheduled. Oh yeah, his name is Cort.
I went home last night from work and was good for about an hour. Then Jacob got his pipe out and it was on. He stayed on the computer from 7 PM until 1:30 AM. I on the other hand sat on my bed and chatted with him until I felt I was getting on his nerves, and then I went in the living room to tackle that huge box of porn that Jacob had when he moved in. It's early 80s type stuff, and I fucking love it! I sat there and watched it until my alarm went off to get ready for work at 5:15 AM. Jacob however had someone stop by and pick him up at 1:30 to go God knows where, and he obviously didn't get home before I left for work. What I can't convince him is that when he pulls stuff like that, it affects the whole NEXT day because he's all tired and worn out and then wastes another day of job looking.
This is the thing that is really getting to me though: he has people over when I'm at work. I just called home to tell him I'd be there around 4:00, and he said there were a bunch of people over there. He said they were surfing around on my computer which means that they are all in my bedroom probably wallowing around on my bed. Again. That drives me nuts. The thought of absolute strangers in and on my bed makes me sick.
I'm going to talk to him about having people in my bedroom. I think since I moved the computer in there to have some degree of privacy it has gotten worse because he then goes in my room to use my computer, and then the whole party ends up in there. Plus I'd be stupid to say there isn't rampant drug use going on there right now, and that's all I fucking need is to get busted and lose everything I own. In fact, I don't think it's too much to ask that he not have anyone over when I'm not there. Granted, it makes it sound like he's 11 years old, but ya know, I'm the parent in this little arrangement we have going on.
I hope that all the activity going on around there doesn't freak Cort out. I normally have NO activity going on, and now it's fucking nuts around there. I'd be somewhat sketchy in a situation like that too with a revolving cast.
I'll try to write more later. I have a feeling that I'll have a lot to write about after it's all said and done.
2:53 p.m. - 2004-12-23
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