And it's bad news, baby, I'm bad news.
It was my first day on the job yesterday at The Haven. I think it went well -- a lot better than I expected. Jayne brought me lunch over break, which was very sweet of him. I will neither confirm nor deny whether a very brief makeout session took place just before he left. It's like I lose all capacity for reasonable thought when he's around.
After I closed up shop, I went to Deb's to get dinner. I totally didn't expect to get ambushed by the woman, else I wouldn't have risked showing my face there again after the fight I had with Jayne on Sunday night. She basically accused me of being homophobic, and I had to explain the thing with Jayne and Han without going into too much detail. Talk about uncomfortable.
Shane was working Deb's last night, too, and noticed my conversation with Deb. So of course I had to get into the whole Jayne thing with her. It was actually kind of nice, like having a real girlfriend again. It's been a long time. The last one I had hopped in the sack with my dad, though I'm 99.9% sure I don't have to worry about that with Shane.
I'm trying not to think about the Jayne/Han thing anymore; I'm trying not to think about anything related to Jayne's carreer choice. And I haven't actually run into Han since last week at Spike's pub, which is just as well. I don't know how I'd act, what I'd say. I'm not a confrontational person -- at least I wasn't before coming here and getting myself a boyfriend -- but I don't think I 'd be good at pretending that all was happy and good between us.
All I think about anymore is Jayne, when I'm not wrapped up in my journalistic duties. Maybe I'm becoming obsessed with him. I'm just not like that, though... I'm not guy-crazy. I swore off men after being dumped on my ass by Trip last year -- and the subsequent evening spent in jail. Fuuuuuck. This can't end well.
On the way out the door this morning, I found a Post-It stuck just under the peephole. It was electric blue and wasn't in Rube's handwriting, so I'm not sure what to think about it. Maybe the local division is finally getting in touch? I don't recognize the last name, so it's not anyone I know personally -- definitely a relief, especially after those hallucinations from last Wednesday. I tried to look up the address on MapQuest, Yahoo, and Google Maps after I couldn't locate it on the map of Fandom Town Rube gave me. Nothing. Nada. Could just be a joke.
God, what a fucking pain in the ass. I don't know why I think this whole reaping gig's ever going to get any easier.
After I closed up shop, I went to Deb's to get dinner. I totally didn't expect to get ambushed by the woman, else I wouldn't have risked showing my face there again after the fight I had with Jayne on Sunday night. She basically accused me of being homophobic, and I had to explain the thing with Jayne and Han without going into too much detail. Talk about uncomfortable.
Shane was working Deb's last night, too, and noticed my conversation with Deb. So of course I had to get into the whole Jayne thing with her. It was actually kind of nice, like having a real girlfriend again. It's been a long time. The last one I had hopped in the sack with my dad, though I'm 99.9% sure I don't have to worry about that with Shane.
I'm trying not to think about the Jayne/Han thing anymore; I'm trying not to think about anything related to Jayne's carreer choice. And I haven't actually run into Han since last week at Spike's pub, which is just as well. I don't know how I'd act, what I'd say. I'm not a confrontational person -- at least I wasn't before coming here and getting myself a boyfriend -- but I don't think I 'd be good at pretending that all was happy and good between us.
All I think about anymore is Jayne, when I'm not wrapped up in my journalistic duties. Maybe I'm becoming obsessed with him. I'm just not like that, though... I'm not guy-crazy. I swore off men after being dumped on my ass by Trip last year -- and the subsequent evening spent in jail. Fuuuuuck. This can't end well.
On the way out the door this morning, I found a Post-It stuck just under the peephole. It was electric blue and wasn't in Rube's handwriting, so I'm not sure what to think about it. Maybe the local division is finally getting in touch? I don't recognize the last name, so it's not anyone I know personally -- definitely a relief, especially after those hallucinations from last Wednesday. I tried to look up the address on MapQuest, Yahoo, and Google Maps after I couldn't locate it on the map of Fandom Town Rube gave me. Nothing. Nada. Could just be a joke.
God, what a fucking pain in the ass. I don't know why I think this whole reaping gig's ever going to get any easier.