yell-o

right now i am yelling for the bf.

we have yelled at each other plenty this past weekend.

we fought for half the weekend.

a lot since he was in new york for half the weekend.

and not the same half.

it was saturday night. i went over to his place to get some.

i let myself in and slowly walked up the stairs.

i whispered his name until he heard me.

i climbed into bed, on top of him, and whispered, "babe, let's do it."

he moaned, "nooooo..." and rolled over.

i said, "but babe! i look hot tonight!"

this time, his no was more emphatic.

puzzled: "why are you so crabby?"

"why am i so crabby? because i just want to sleep and you won't even let me do that!"

i sat in the dark. wide-eyed.

blink. blink.

so i did what i always do in uncomfortable situations. i fled.

and yada yada....the story goes on but i'll spoil the ending for you.

we made up the next evening.

the end. another battle fought.

tonight i am just yelling for him because i want to ask him to microwave the heating pad i'm using.

best. boyfriend. ever.

when he's not yelling at me to get off him.