About a day or two before Valentine's Day, Emma calls and says her and Thug Life want to come up and spend the night... on, you guessed it, Valentine's day. You know, V-Day, right? The day couples are supposed to celebrate their love for each other by spending time alone together, yadda yadda yadda...yeah, that day.At first Girl caved and told her know, but the more she thought about it, she was like, "Fuck that!" So she called back and said I had something special planned and didn't tell her about it til I found out Emma was coming, and Emma was pretty pissed. Seems she wanted to come up because Thuggie wanted to take her out somewhere nice on V-Day. In other words, it wasn't to see us, but to get wined and dined then crash at the Hotel de Wooderson.

Fast forward to yesterday. Emma calls Girl on her cell phone and was like, "Guess what! Me and Thug Life are in Columbus! We're doing some shopping up here and were wondering if you wanted to go out to dinner with us." When I heard this, I told Girl, "You know they're going to end up saying their tired and want to spend the night," a conclusion she'd already reached.

Lo and behold, it came to pass. We didn't go out to dinner with them, but they did come to "visit" at about 10:30 last night. Then they proceeded to get stoned, I preceeded to get drunk, and it became readily apparent they weren't going anywhere. So I had to clean off the bed in the guest rom so they'd have somewhere to sleep besides in the living room, which is the only place in the house I can stay up all night and watch movies, play on the computer, and other productive shit like that.

We proceeded to batten down the hatches and prepair for a hurricane-force gale of Emmagasms throughout the night. Instead we got something even more entertaining. Fighting! Heh.

They've been spending practically every day together since they first hooked up some months ago, and add to that a three hour car trip plus a tour of all the malls in Columbus mushroomed into quite the That's-fucking-it-I-can't-take-it-anymore-we're-fucking-through argument.

Some choice quotes:

"This is NOT about pants! NONE of this is about pants! I'm not a fucking Pants Diva!"

"I'm sorry if I hugged you right at the very instance you didn't want to be hugged!"

The most ironic, and therefore the best, part of it was the whole thing started when TL complained they were spending the night, since he needed to get back to class in the morning and he'd planned on getting back that night so he wouldn't have to rush home to make it. HA!

Needless to say, no orgasms were being had that night.

And from what we heard later, the three hour trip back to school was made in complete silence. But, of course, threats of ending the whole thing were idle, and we Girl called later, she was helping him with his Algebra homework (he must be pretty bad at Algebra, to go to a History major for help).

As for today, (make that yesterday, since I'm writing this at 5 in the morning) it was a day off, as is my next waking-cycle. It seems my days off are easier described by waking cycles than days. Not much has occured since Emma left, except the major disappointment of going to several different stores and not being able to find the new special edition of Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, which supposedly came out Tuesday. I eventually had to order it off Amazon, since it seems they'll get it here quicker than the stores will stock it. One place said it wasn't on their upcoming-release sheet for the next two weeks at least.

In a world of terrorism, oncoming war, rising gas prices, and the entire Bush administration, isn't nice to come here and read the biggest problem in my life is that I can't find the fucking DVD I want?

Wooderson

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