I'm really getting pissed that people are deleting me. You've all read what this blog is why fucking add me just to delete me later?!?



Mr 27

Messaged me last night. I thought he was going to bail on me honestly. He was just checking to see if we were still on. Absofuckinglutely!

Made my night and morning.

In other news, someone unfriended me again... Their loss, not mine.

In other other news... He's completely overwhelming me with all the touching and I love yous... In my head I'm screaming for him to stop and I flinch when he reaches for me. I can't stand his touch, he literally makes my skin crawl.

I don't know how much longer I can do this.


So I'm sitting outside on lunch..

This car pulls up..
Radio off... All of a sudden he turns it up and starts blasting some shit music. Is he trying to impress me? Because he's not.


Sitting in the Dr's office right now... Waiting to have blood drawn.... I love having it done. It used to freak me out but there's something oddly soothing for me about it. And I just noticed that I've type Mr 27 so much between here and other places the word me is often autocorrected to Mr...

Ha.. Just called in... 2 seconds later I'm out.

Ok, so a little bit of an update

Since he was home last week, I didn't really have alone time to myself. He followed me EVERYWHERE I went.

So, he's been very nice to me... and while I would have killed for this all along, its kind of annoying me to no end. Im used to coming home and it just being Stinky and I... add him to the mix and it throws me all off.

I love him, not necessarily in love with him.. but I do love him. I mean, he should have been doing these little things all along. And he even admitted to that. I don't know what made him realize it, but whatever.

I don't know how to feel, I don't know what to say or do. Im so confused by him right now. I don't want to stop what Im doing, i.e. Mr. 27, im having way too much fun. and I cant even put my thoughts into a cohesive post right now, Im all over the place. Between the, "I love you" when I go to bed, the flowers, and now the note...

I am thoroughly confused right now. I really am.

Mr. 27

I am counting down the days. I just need to get through this week, half a day of work on Friday and then Mr. 27 all weekend... Well, as much as I can have him provided he doesn't punk out on me again.

I need this. I'm over Brooklyn. So over Brooklyn, I've stopped talking to him.

On to my next conquest...


Thank goodness his vacations almost over. It's easy too much togetherness for me at the moment.

I can't wait to rejoin or regularly scheduled program on Monday.