Alright. OK. What the fuck? I'm lost here. I've been risking a lot, you know, in this relationship with the "legal" person. The other day the stupid Ventura College police car made me jump 10 feet. Serious. I never jump at police cars. Anyway, tonight things kinda fell. Recently she's been going places with and seeing a lot of this guy (who used to be the most annoying person I knew). I thought "Well, OK, he can try. And she can do whatever. This is a 'non-relationship' anyway." Sunday I went to her work to see if she was going to be able to work at the pet store this week. I notice her talking to a customer. Then I realize it's not a customer, it's the couch stealer himself. Well, OK, that's a bit uncomfortable. She asked if we knew each other, and I said yes, this guy stole my couch. He said something about "first come first serve" or some crap like that, and so I said "If you want to go by that, I was there two years before you." At this point she said "I'm going to leave you two alone now, you're fighting." Anyway, I left, with him still tagging along right next to her. Oh, normally I would have gotten a hug, even if the "non-relationship" didn't exist. But I didn't get one. So today, I go to eat lunch with her ex-boyfriend (who I've been pretty good friends with for quite a while). He went to get his food from another fast food joint, because he won't eat at Taco Bell anymore. As I'm sitting there eating my food, I see someone familiar walking up. I just saw him yesterday, I thought. So, here's Mr. Couch Stealer, walking up to talk to me. I laughed. "This will be an interesting collection of people in here." I told him that her ex was on his way over (just using his name, rather than implying the significance. I mean, he may not know about the "non-relationship" at all. I have a feeling he doesn't.) He didn't seem to understand why that was odd. Neither did the ex later. Nobody knows about each other, 'cept me. Or I thought I knew.

Tonight, Shannon called me to get me to come over to her house. The bellydancer and the other bellydancer were there also. One of the first things they tell me when I get there is to stay away from her. I didn't understand why. So I said, "Why?" "You do know that she has a boyfriend, don't you?" I just looked dazed. "Yeah. So stay away from her." Somewhere in between the numberous "stay away from her"s, they mentioned that it was couch stealer boy. This didn't surprise me much, but I wondered when the hell she planned on telling me. Funny thing is I almost asked her about him earlier that day. So, she has a boyfriend, and is still screwing around like that with me... I was thinking. That's just wrong. Anyway, as I was thinking these things, they then said that he was only a "sort of boyfriend." So now she has two, I thought. That made things a little better. Then we all went upstairs to Shannon's room, and I just kept thinking about it. I really wonder how much the two of them have done. It makes me feel like I could have been kissing contaminated lips. Anyway, I'm leaning back on the first bellydancer (who I will now revert to refering to as "the 15 year-old", and call the other 15 year-old bellydancer "the bellydancer") and thinking. It was good that things they were saying were distracting me. But I still got some nice disturbing thoughts and betrayal thoughts, and angry at her thoughts, and "oh crap what am I going to do tomorrow when I see her?" thoughts... The 15 year-old distracted me a bit by playing with my hair a bit, which is good. However, the bellydancer wanted to go home, so I had to take her home. I said I'd be back in like five minutes, and Shannon gave me a pitiful look of "please no". She was tired. So I didn't get to go back to the comfort (slight as it was) of the 15 year-old. Instead, I came back here to my house. Then checked my e-mail. Finding I once again only had junk mail (most of it porn), I deleted it all and wrote her an e-mail. It basically said "So what's up?" and talked about how I was being very... uh... enthusiasticly told to stay away from her. After sending that, I decided it was time for a rambling. And you've read the result. Peace out...

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