POPCORN IN ONE HAND, A KEYBOARD IN THE OTHER

So, Mike called me yesterday...the kid I met at Paul's.  I guess Sam said to Paul that I feel like Mike is in love with me.  I'm fucking pissed.  I never said that.  The only thing I was concerned about was leading Mike on because I'm good at doing that.  I'm not going to break up with Johnny anytime soon, and I'm going to have to tell Mike that.  I first met Mike when Johnny was going on his bender and I was interested only because I thought Johnny wasn't coming back.  So, I've decided to stick with Johnny because I love him...until he gives me more reason to hate him. 

Party at Bill's on Saturday night.  Johnny said he'd go with me, but it's going to be weird.  I'll be in the same house as Bill, Pete, and Johnny....ugh.  I won't be able to be the usual flirty me with Johnny around...not to mention his beef with Letourneau.  We'll stay long enough to let people know I made my appearance.  I don't feel like being awkward all night.  But at the same time, I don't want to go without Johnny. 

Last night, Johnny felt sick.  It was so cute.  I guess everyone's going snowmobiling again this weekend.  He went last weekend and he said he's not going this weekend because he wants to spend the weekend with me.  Plus, I think he's sick from being in the cold and breathing in cold air.  And he said he was sweating a lot when he was snowmobiling, so cold sweats can make ya sick, too.  He was so adorable last night.

Well, ummm...I can't think of anything else going on in my life.  Soooo...yeah

*~*Malia*~*