I believe apologies are in order, and it's a damn good thing I got them.

All day long, I kept waiting for Ky to call or IM me.

Kept waiting for some sort of explanation.

Some sort of excuse.


So I waited, and I waited, and I waited some more while I did other stuff.


Finally, later in the evening, I get a text IM.

After some bitching, he was like "Oh, shit, that's right... We were supposed to hang out..."

"Yeah, dipshit. We were supposed to hang out."




Excuse me?

Is that all you have to say for yourself? 'Oops'?

What the frick.

Well, I was so mad, I was this close to saying Screw it, returning his damn Christmas present, and not seeing him at all this year. So I told him he'd better let me drop off his and his brother's gifts before I actually followed through with my impulses.

So I went to the Country Inn in Cambridge, and called him when I got to the lobby.

"Okay, I'm here. Come get your present."


"... No?"


"What do you mean, no? I drove all the frickin' way up here to deliver these gifts, you better frickin' get your fat ass in this lobby before I turn around and not give you anything."

"Tch, whatever woman, I'll do what I want."

At this point, I knew he was just being silly, trying to get me to cheer up. Whatever, if he wants to be a dork, who am I to stop him?

"... Kyle, I can hear you in the hallway."

"Who says that's me?"

"I can HEAR you."

"You're hearing things again!"

"... Okay, now I see your shadow."

"What the hell, I'm still in California. Now you're just being weird."


"No I'm not."

The lobbyist, having heard my half of the conversation and now his, and also being able to see him, starts laughing.

"Ky, you're being an idiot. You're right there, getting more apple cider."

"Nuh uh."

I put the phone down by my leg. "Kyle Reese, you're right frickin' there."

Still talking into the phone, he replies, "Blasphemy! Seriously, woman, I'm still on base. What the hell are you talking about?"

More silliness ensued, and finally I went over to him and shut his phone.

"Well, that was awfully rude, I was talking to my friend Kika."

"You retard, I'm right in front of you."

"No you're not, you're actually below my eye level."

"... Fuck you, asshole."

So I gave him his and his brother's presents, we talked for a bit, and I left. After I got my damned apology, though.


Oddly enough, I have no idea if he even got me anything...

Oh well, frankly, I don't give a damn. I delivered the gifts, and that's good enough for me right now.

Well, I have a super bad headache coming on right behind my eyes, so I'm going to bed. Night everyone.

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