Seriously?!

Nervy B

I had a nervy b (see: nervous breakdown) on Brian this morning. I checked the mail this morning and I get a second notice for a second overdue parking ticket ($40) from downtown Denver for the Neon. Which Brian has. I hadn't heard from him in a week and a half and with all the highcraposity going on with Mo, I'd absolutely HAD it with lousey, ass-sucking friends.

I called and left a message on his cell "You need to call me. TODAY. Bye."

He called and I had a freakout about him not telling me what's going on and how I don't care if he can't make ends meet that I just need to know SOMETHING. Mucho-apolegetic-o, he was. He totally talked me down off the ledge.

Later Brian sent me an email at work and called me his "shining light". Awwww! *sniff, little tear* Now if I can only get a straight man to say that to me. Particularly the Cutie Pie Instructor that I'm stalking. Does it count that CPI called me a "stud" the other night? *big sigh* I'm sure he meant that in only the most feminine, non-bull-dyke definition of "stud", right?