Just thinking about this weekend kinda makes my head hurt.
Lets start with "I love you". MIKE goes from saying "I think I'm falling in love with you" to "I love you" in a matter of days. This is me not freaked out. But also, this is me afraid to say it back. We all remember what happened the last time I said it. I really wanted to say it last night but could not muster up the courage. I think at this point, me not saying it is more harmful than saying it. I am confused and I hate Paramedic for fucking me up. (No updates on Paramedic--still don't have my stuff back).
So in other ex news...The Postman is not well received with MIKE. MIKE in fact has expressed his distaste for Postman. I, in turn, told Postman that he has to treat me nicer in front of MIKE (but really just all around needs to treat me better) if he wants to remain friends. I told him this drunk on Saturday night. I took my migraine meds (do not take with alcohol) and then went drinking. Then Sunday, I get a mySpace message from Postman which makes me think that possibly he is not over me. He said, "You and [MIKE] are a beatutiful thing, and i'm thankful everytime i see you two becuae i know that i couldn't have given you that." Interesting. Two woots for drama. He also went on to threaten the man that ever upsets me or hurts me. So I think I need to get some distance from Postman for a while.
MIKE and I went to go rent a movie last night. Instead of renting a movie, we spent a combined $100 on previously viewed movies. I got ten movies including Liza with a Z. So last night, we stayed in and cuddled on the couch to watch Corpse Bride and The Squid and the Whale. Both movies are slightly fucked up. This was the point that I almost said the "I love you" back. Then we went to sleep (yes actual sleep because I had to be up very early this morning). I had some wicked weird dreams that involved hunting, art, performing in a musical, and the county fair with my parents. Fucked up dream that I remember most of. Boyfriend however has been having nightmares which scares me.
Did I tell you about the night that MIKE woke me up because I was cleaning water off of his floor? Evidently I was sleep-cleaning. I had dreamt that I spilled several bottles of water on the floor. I was busy cleaning it up by leaning over the bed. He asked me several questions to which I responded very coherently until he told me that there was no water. I woke up and felt very embarrassed. He thought it was funny.
So I guess that is my life of boys in a nutshell. But Thanksgiving is going to be great. My mother is already freaking out about me coming home and I am still worried that I am going to get fired from the makeup store. They have cut my hours so much that I barely feel like I'm working two jobs.