So I recently got an email from WhiteRapper telling me I creeped back into his dreams. If I'm game, he'll take me on a weekend get-a-way. Vegas, Miami... anyplace warm.
I thought about it. I even let him start planning it. Then the vision in my right eye started to blur.
Ok so my classmate gave me conjunctivitis, but I figure I deserve it. I really wanted to go to Vegas, to go away, to get away.
Then the guilt hit. I didn't know I had guilt after sleeping with OleMiss (which I still don't feel badly about).
Recently RedSox has gone above and beyond, moreso than usual. He loves me. To think that I would *think* about straying just proves I don't deserve his love.
So now I'm off to bed, feeling better that I told WhiteRapper no... but dreading the pink eye I will wake up to tomorrow morning.
Monday, 10 December 2007
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