pandalicious's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Couldn't Hurt, A Lie. Well DAMN. Justin called me today. FUCK. I hate, I mean I *HATE* the fact that I can't lie AT ALL, even when it means me being more tactful and gracious about things. Dammit!!!!!!! It REALLY SUCKS!!!!!!!!! We were having a decent conversation and he mentioned the city that I live in. I said, oh, I live there. And he asked me if I lived there with my man. So I said that he's not my man anymore, he's my un-man. And he asked about the break-up... the whens, the whys. I was nice, I was graceful and I don't think that I said too much. I asked him when he was moving to LA. November 1st. I said that it was good that he had a date set. He agreed, he said "Give your goals deadlines." which was a quote from a quote-a-day calendar that he has on his desk. "A closed mouth gains no foot." That's the one for today, he said. IRONY? I said that it sounds like I need one of those calendars. =) Well, Pandalicious, he says... I gotta get back to my workin'. How awkward do I feel now? PFA, I'd say. KIT he says. Keep in Touch. But do I want to now? I feel like a total blabbering idiot. I just can't lie to save face, I can't LIE, I can't LIE, I can't LIE!!!!!!!! I guess that could be a virtue, but it feels like an Achilles Heel to me. Why CAN'T I just play it cool? 14:32:55 - August 8th, 2K :: 10:30am ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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