gah. PDA

Alright. Alright. Alright. We're humans. I will give you that. We are humans. We need a little loving and attention, right down to affection. But seriously. Baby, not at my crib. I am disgusted. Hirsche, you disgust me. Hirsche one of my bffs has a girl. That's fine. I am not jealous of the girl friend situation, cause heaven knows i dont want what went on last night. I do admit i am jealous of being replaced but oh sweet child of mine, keep it together man. After the football game, which we won, 34-6, we headed to my house after smoothies to watch footloose. I should have figured this, seeing as hirsche lives for PDA and my futon was down, i should have figured red zone. But for some odd reason i didn't. It didn't cross my mind. Oh well. Shoot me, I made a mistake. But, life goes on.

Anywho, we're watching footloose, Michalla, wes, natalie, hirsche and myself. I, of course am enjoying the movie quite throughly. Sitting on the floor, when miss michalla sends me a text stating that she feels quite awkward, i turn to look at the futon and my eyes almost bulged out of my head and i was ready to scream, but i held it in for later, thats what best friends do. I wont spare you any details, but it went on far to long. Finally at about midnight, i text megs explaining to her what is going down, being a woman and sticking up for me, she texts hirsch and tells him to leave my crib. Hirsche sighs when he recieves the text and winks at me. I think i threw up in my mouth. He does nothing and continues on with his whatever you would enjoy calling it. Finally i can't take it, i send hirsche baby a text saying, get a room. simple enough. No he laughs and kicks my chair. I am appallaed. Due to the fact i normally get what i want in simple terms it is easy enough to say i am irked. Oh no, not irked. Chapped. I am chapped. Finally. I can't take it, i muster up the courage and tell them its time to bounce. By this time it is nearly mid thirty and i am so chapped i could've punched a baby.

Hirsche gets up, says Mandi, I love you. I say, you disgust me. Get out and dont come back, i am never talking to you again. The crew leaves.

As I am preparing for slumber, still sending megs texts full of fuming anger, my phone rings. Hirsche. "Mandi, baby, your mad at me aren't you." "Hirsche. You disgust me. I'll talk to you tomorrow." "Mandi, baby." He tries. "Later dude." My only reply. Then as if a little cherry on top, natalie, his woman, texts me thanking me for a nice night. I tell her she's welcome any time, thats what nice people do. Then prepare for bed, my goal is to sleep in long and hard in the a.m.

I slept like a baby and a half. Planning not to rise until eleven or so. But, my phone and best friend decided otherwise, at 9:30 on a saturday morning, Hirsche Baby calls, to talk it out. I answer, irked to be awaken and still uber tired. "Hello?" "Mandi, baby what up." "its nine thirty on a saturday, what do you think" He goes on to tell me that we have plans later, "Who? you and Nat?" "No baby, me and you." I tell him i am going back to bed. He says he'll call me back when its "time". So. We'll se how that goes down.

I am not sure why i am irked. chapped or any of the above. I guess its normal. But not in my crib oh sweet child of mine, not in my crib.