Cheap Frills

Today I woke up with Nine Days’ Story of a Girl stuck in my head. I don’t know why or how seeing as I haven’t heard that song in months but that’s just the way it is. While I was sleeping I dreamt about the baby bluejay Paul found sprouting his tail feathers and flying away. A much sadder though now because when I woke up I’d been informed the baby had died. The death leaves me even more confused because I was contemplating ending our relationship yesterday. The drinking we did Saturday night caused a lot of trouble, more so for me then him. With my constant stumbling from the bedroom to the bathroom I heard a lot of his rambling. At one point a said statement sent me into such a drunken depression I swallowed a good palm full of allergy pills to knock me out. I slept most of Sunday, missed the Euro cup, and dealt with a lot of awkward moments. Although things seem alright for the moment and we can say we’ve been together for two weeks. I mean like literally together too. We went out two Sunday’s ago and then the next day he asked me over for the night. Some how I just ended up here by one excuse or another. It’s strange for me to start a relationship this way but it hasn’t done much harm to us. But I can’t lie and say I’m not happy to be going home today. I really need to get my things organized and straightened out. Hopefully my life will be getting better.