*procrastinate, procrastinate*
Aug. 15th, 2004 09:56 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
swingchickieugh. i have a weekly report due tonight by midnight, and i don't wanna do it. i just want to go to be-edddd. *whine*
the ex came over to get the last of his stuff, and his mail (he forgot to do a change of address). it was nice to see him... a bit odd, but nice. little angus's reaction was priceless -- the ex walked in the door and crowed, "ANGUS!!!" angus looked at him, did a double-take (i've never seen a cat do a double-take before, it was a riot), opened his mouth real wide and went "aaaaccckkkk!!!" and ran over to him, purring like a Harley. it was so cute. they got their fix of each other for a few minutes... even though the ex always said angus drove him crazy, i knew that deep down he loved him, even if he wouldn't admit it. and afterwards it was a shame to see him go, more from the cat's standpoint (yes, i'm protective of my cat's feelings) than mine. there was no real pang of regret there, i didn't feel especially wistful... more glad that things have moved on, and glad that we can still be friendly with each other.
he did mention, before he left, that the place looked good. cleaner. *chortle*
after he left i went to L1's for her birthday BBQ. it was a blast. i love hanging out with my friends when we're all in a group, because i laugh my ass off the whole time. seriously, my stomach hurt by the time i left. it made me briefly think once again about the ex... when we were together, he never wanted to go to any get-togethers that my friends held. even though, the few times i dragged him out, he was funny and conversant and everyone liked him... he just hates being with people who aren't "his" friends, and so he'd refuse to go. (exact quote each time: "that's my hell.") so sitting there with my friends, knowing that i wasn't leaving him behind, knowing that no-one was going to ask where he was, was a nice weight off my shoulders. and in truth, i'd kinda wished peter was there... i think he'd have split his sides right along with us. well, all in good time.
the ex came over to get the last of his stuff, and his mail (he forgot to do a change of address). it was nice to see him... a bit odd, but nice. little angus's reaction was priceless -- the ex walked in the door and crowed, "ANGUS!!!" angus looked at him, did a double-take (i've never seen a cat do a double-take before, it was a riot), opened his mouth real wide and went "aaaaccckkkk!!!" and ran over to him, purring like a Harley. it was so cute. they got their fix of each other for a few minutes... even though the ex always said angus drove him crazy, i knew that deep down he loved him, even if he wouldn't admit it. and afterwards it was a shame to see him go, more from the cat's standpoint (yes, i'm protective of my cat's feelings) than mine. there was no real pang of regret there, i didn't feel especially wistful... more glad that things have moved on, and glad that we can still be friendly with each other.
he did mention, before he left, that the place looked good. cleaner. *chortle*
after he left i went to L1's for her birthday BBQ. it was a blast. i love hanging out with my friends when we're all in a group, because i laugh my ass off the whole time. seriously, my stomach hurt by the time i left. it made me briefly think once again about the ex... when we were together, he never wanted to go to any get-togethers that my friends held. even though, the few times i dragged him out, he was funny and conversant and everyone liked him... he just hates being with people who aren't "his" friends, and so he'd refuse to go. (exact quote each time: "that's my hell.") so sitting there with my friends, knowing that i wasn't leaving him behind, knowing that no-one was going to ask where he was, was a nice weight off my shoulders. and in truth, i'd kinda wished peter was there... i think he'd have split his sides right along with us. well, all in good time.
