Mr. Hickey

Not much has happened this weekend, but a few things/notable events:

Friday night we're eating dinner. Running out of turtlenecks, I'm wearing a high-necked sweater. Well, somehow my hickey poked out anyway and Dad saw it. And all hell broke loose. At first he was all upset/pissed off... "I'm 52 years old and I never gave anyone a hickey!" Probably a stupid move on my part, but I wondered...I asked if he even knew how, he said yes.
"How do you do it?"
"You suck, right?"
"Well, suck and bite a little..."
I can't believe I'm offering tips on hickey-giving...and neither could he. He insisted that I hide my neck all weekend.

The rest of this weekend he's been laughing at me. And Remington has acquired a new nickname: "Mr. Hickey." I'm never going to hear the end of this...I hope Dad doesn't go off to Uncle Bruce and Auntie Dolores about this, then it'll be hell.

In general I was feeling annoyed at this thought that was running through my brain: "Even when I have a boyfriend I can't get a date on Valentines." (Figures) Yet I still needed to do Valentine's shopping. Mom dragged me to Longs and forced me to get cards (then bitched about how I said that Remington probably wouldn't get one for me, she didn't get how he "wasn't into cards." I said it was a guy thing.). I wound up with three for him. One that I'm probably the most likely to give him- funny/kinky, I won't repeat. The other ones my mother kinda foisted on me- both those I-found-my-true-love kinda cards. That feel kinda true (odd after our conversation about this), which is why I got 'em, but I just can't give mushy cards out to anyone. And also a lot of candy and chocolate (ah, sublimation).

Saw Message in a Bottle that afternoon, and I wouldn't really recommend it, especially as something to see on VD. Well, Costner's well, pretty damn dull (I wished I were renting this so I could read a book instead of watching some parts), and then the ending SUCKS (my biggest movie pet peeve rears its ugly head again). Ugh. Paul Newman is a gas, though, he almost got Kevin to act alive in one scene.

Actual VD (don't you love how Valentine's Day and venereal disease are abbreviated the same? =) )I had a headache most of it, delaying my homework, and I slept a lot. Watching stuff Mom had on tape- this really depressing episode of LA Doctors that bummed me out. Afterward...Remington called me! =)

Wanted to wish me a happy VD on the actual day. =) He said I love you, I miss you (multiple times!), I did the same. Oh, and his Tuesday meeting got canceled, so...Tuesday night then. =)

And now I'm all happy.

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