I'm Probably Overreacting
I meant to visit Los Angeles two months ago, not stay here. That was in late January. Sarah convinced me to stay, literally on two bended knees, and I relented. The place is great. I lived here for four years before. There’s no arguing. Los Angeles is sunny, fun and full of naughty things to get your nose into. I just really wanted New York City, but one thing led to another and my sister was shipping my stuff in boxes from the east coast.
Now since Sarah and I had a falling out, after probably doing too many naughty things, I moved in with this new guy. It sounds awful, I know. I have never wanted to be the kind of girl who needs a boyfriend for a place to stay. I’m usually the girl who dates the loser, not the actual loser. But alas, the tables have turned and I’m the one in the highchair.
There are certain problems I have with the situation. 1. I don’t have my own apartment. 2. I don’t have my apartment and 3. I live with my boyfriend. I didn’t even premeditate a serious relationship, let alone a live-in one. The other night we came back from dinner, with some old friend of his and as I’m changing he’s yelling some question about a receipt he found on the coffee table.
“You’re reading my receipts?” I yelled back, my sweatpants half on, my mouth fully open.
“Well, it was sitting on the coffee table,” he replied.
What the hell kind of rationale is that? Since when did receipts qualify as reading material? He works 50 hours a week, and still wants to use his leftover energy on squinting over 4 inch by 2 inch scraps of paper? Now, it’s one thing to read a receipt, but to take it a step further and inquire about a fucking receipt. I don’t remember, as I write this, where the receipt was from, but since I haven’t spent more than eight dollars in any given day on account of I’m broke, I really doubt it was an interesting purchase. Not to mention, it was my purchase. He hasn’t given me his credit card. All I know is if ever read a receipt, my next reaction would be, “Holy shit, I just read a receipt, what am I some kind of loser?” not “Hmmm, let me find out about this one…”
I don’t know what my point is, except that I have a boyfriend, and I really didn’t want one. And that I still don’t have my own apartment, and I really, really want one. Hopefully by next month this can happen, but I guess what I’m wondering is, what happens to the boyfriend I used to live with? How do we go from 100% to slightly less at warp speed? Maybe I should ask him since he’s so quick on the draw.
VirginiaEddie
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Ok, time for a new entry. I'm being a spoiled brat right now, but seriously, I look for your entries when I'm at work and wishing it were 4:30 on a Friday..,fo'sure!
ditto previous comment!