Noelle
Yellow Brick Road
oyve on a napkin
honestly. HONESTLY. good god. i am so dumping this boy
tomorrow. he DOESNT FRICKING LISTEN TO ME. thats what i
just remembered. like when i'd start to say something, he'd
drone out. commonality of the flighties, but nonetheless. i
started to wonder: am i just boring? but then i realized
that other more important people actually listen to what i
say. so BAH. he doesn't listen.
and then he emails me and asks if we can do stuff on
monday, when i clearly laid out my 'im avoiding you'
itinerary at lunch one day last week. i said: MONDAY, I AM
GOING TO NIYATIS FOR GREAT FOOD AND GOOD COMPANY. he said:
DAMN. and then the fricking email.
i know guys don't tend to listen or notice things, and hey,
i don't expect any guy to compliment me on a 1/4 inch hair
trim if i ever got one, or even on shoes or anything, but i
really need someone who LISTENS. getting back to the 1/4
inch hair trim thing: maybe screechy flighty and 'he who
must bear the pain on monday' might not work too well,
since she is obsessively needy and he is obsessively touchy-
feely.
but wait.
i think EVERYONE would notice if he got a haircut.
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