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I'm in a perpetual phase of transition which doesn't seem to be phasing out.

Sunday, December 15, 2013

Merry Christmas

"Can I come over later and just sleep?"

"No. We can't keep fucking, Sarah."

"I wasn't trying to fuck. Look, I'm going to a Christmas party for work, and I don't have a date.."

"I'm not going with you to a goddamn Christmas Party."

"I wasn't asking you to....I just want to come sleep there after."

"I'm not in the mood to talk."

"I don't want to talk either."

"We're not having sex."

"I just want to sleep on the far other end of your bed."

"That's ridiculous."

"It's better than being totally alone tonight. This Christmas party is gonna make me feel like shit."

"And sleeping on the edge of my bed isn't?"

"It won't tonight, but probably in the morning."

"You can come over, but I can't promise you that you can sleep here."

"But neither of us want to talk, and we can't screw, so I'm going to fall know I'm basically narcoleptic after 8 pm."

"You're crazy."

"You like crazy."

"Fine. Come over."

"K. Thanks."