Just Another Weekend Conversation

07-27-2010 Sunday

I can remember names but matching names to the faces? Don't count me on it, I'm terrible with that. That's why if you'll notice some of my posts, I give 'alias' to some people whom I can't directly name. It's not because I'm being downright rude by calling 'em ms. fat bitch or ms. lesbo bitch, it's because I simply can't quite remember their parent-given names. Ugh.

With that introduction in mind, lemme call this person who's a part of this post as...(drumroll please...) Ms. Good Lesbo. Don't ask me why this boarding house appears to be a lair of third sex members, mostly lesbos, even though I've lived here for a month now, I still can't tell why.

Anyways, this is the conversation we've had while we were seated outside the boarding house on this warm Sunday evening.

"How's it going with you and Alex?" she asked, pulling her chair closer to mine.

I was sitting outside, looking at Alex as he fixes something on the owner type jeep that belonged to the fat bitch upstairs. I didn't take my eyes off of Alex as I answered her, "Going well, so far."

"Good to know that.." she has been a witness to one of the worst fights I've had with Alex. "You know things will change once.." [had to edit some phrases for privacy! :) ]

"Hopefully.." I said with a sigh, still looking at Alex who's so caught up with connecting wires on the back of the jeep.

"Don't get married yet, not until you're 100% sure about him. He's still a bit irresponsible"

I nodded, "Yep. But to be fair with him, he has changed a bit. Like, money is not much of an issue for him anymore. We used to argue about it but now, it doesn't take a lot for him to spend some money for me, for us.."

"Is he starting to save some money?" she asked, fumbling in her pocket for a cigarette stick.

I eyed the stick of black Marlboro menthol that came out of her pocket and for a brief second, I drooled on the thought of tasting that forbidden cigarette again. "That's a problem.. How can he save, he's still stuck on his debts because of his mistress, that damn motorcycle" I pouted my mouth to point at his motorcycle parked nearby.

She laughed at my comparison. "Yeah, well as long as he keeps on showing his mature and responsible side to you, there's hope. But of course, don't expect much. We still don't know what's gonna happen. Even though, I'm positive that he'll change eventually, you just wait."

I looked at the smoke she's blowing from the cigarette, "That's what I'm doing..waiting."

"How's your gramma, by the way?" she has seen and talked to my gramma already.

The smoke suddenly looked blurred in my eyes, "She's fine but I know she misses me. She visited me here last week, just wanna check on me if I'm doing okay."

She tossed the cigarette butt away, I watched the flame on it die. "Your gramma really loves you."

I looked down, "She does."

A loud sound blasted from the jeep. Ahh, Alex has probably installed some new speakers on it. One of his hobby is tinkering with electrical stuff, sound system, cable connections, speaker installations, you name it, he can do it. Even car and motorcycle fixtures. Brownie point for him.

"Who keeps your gramma company?"

"My mom, who's still not doing well. Doesn't have a job yet." I scowled at the thought of my mom. "You see, I take care of everything financially. I pay for the rent there, I pay for half of the rent here, I give them money for food, electric and water bills and medicines for my mom..It's hard to make ends meet, most of the time, I don't have any money left for myself."

She gave me a comforting pat at the back that means she completely understands. "Don't worry, it'll pass. You'll get through it. You're a good and responsible daughter."

I know she intended it as a compliment but I felt like those words are inappropriate for someone like me. All I said was, "Thanks."

A loud cry of a kid interrupted us and she looked up, "Sounds like the kids are fighting again, I gotta check on 'em upstairs before bash each others skull."

I smiled, "Yeah, you go ahead."

I stood up and walked to join Alex in the jeep. I popped my head inside the jeep. "What's for supper?" I shouted for him to hear me.

He lowered the volume down, "What?"

"Supper?"

"Ya hungry already?"

"Uh-huh.."

He began gathering the tools he has used, "Give me a sec to fix these stuff and I'll buy food for us. What would you like?"

I smiled at him sweetly, "I'll give you time to clean up there and by the time you're finished, I'll be ready to tell you what food I would like."

It's still drizzling so I thought of a warm soup to eat for supper. What a way to end the day! ...and I'm gone..

Labels: alex, conversation, day off, lesbo, pink crimson, relationships, weekend

posted by Monica-Lynne @ 3:14 AM