Falling ill during my shift was not what I expected;
bending over in pain I couldn't finish - sucks!
But I'm in the next night, heavily sedated ...
I had plans for dinner that night but I guess I was too exhausted
or simply high on the medication ...
Anyway, I sleep in front of the fireplace
- hoping to catch good ol' Santa?
Don't know but I wake up at midnight - Christmas day!
Shame! Missed the dinner so I call my date to wish him
"Merry Christmas" and apologize ...
Wonder why I bothered;
he must have worked himself up to a hard-on
thinking of the good rumble in the sack he would have had
(can someone please tell him it won't have happened anyway?)
He hangs up on me - twice ...
I call Dayo and cry on the phone - apologizing at the same time
'cos I sure didn't call her to get her emotional too ...
Ify calls and asks why I waited for him to call
- isn't my boyfriend totally amazing?!
Says I should go online in about four hours ...
Well, maybe he went out for drinks, got drunk, whatever,
but he sure didn't come online ...
So what's a girl to do?
I get out of my PJs and go downstairs;
I sauté some vegetables, stir-fry some shrimps,
heat up some turkey, rice and peas,
then sit down to eat and watch “Mr. & Mrs Smith”.
No alcohol tonight – just pink grapefruit juice …
Merry Christmas Kit!
