you don't know anything, we don't know anything, I don't know anything
so. um. yes.
did I mention life was confusing?
I hated this girl last week. a week ago today, in fact, still hated her. haaaate. and I am pretty sure she hated me, too. she underwent some magic transformation and stopped being evil as soon as she put on fishnets for rocky (and a bowler, and 4 inch heels, and a swagger like you wouldn't believe). I said to gary, would you hate me if I don't hate her anymore?, on saturday morning, and he laughed and said he was waiting for me to say that because he stopped hating her too. like magic! and then the flirting started-- because of the tux!, I think-- which involved all manner of things including me straightening the back seam of her stockings, which was unreasonable. I finally kissed her at the mini-cast-party (that also turned into the naked- party (she and I did not partake; I protested because we were in the theatre and I would like to avoid having to supervise orgies, thank you, and she sat on my lap and laughed at me and also the naked people) and also the these-people-are-too-drunk party, and the oh-please-don't-vomit-or-break-anything (no vomit, one broken picture) and it would have been No Fun At All if we weren't flirting like mad all night, which, so much flirting!) and then again last night after being a dork and not very brave while we watched rent at the theatre-- I walked her to her door and didn't kiss her because I was not getting any encouragement, but I got into my car, realized we had just spent 8 hours together and it was almost 2 am and she had to be at work in 6 hours and there was no way she didn't want me to kiss her, so I waited till she came back downstairs to take her dog out and kissed her, and I am awfully glad I did. she is going to come by and visit sometime this afternoon so I can continue the very-distracted trend I have going right now. other than that, I have no idea what is going on. I haaated her last week! and now I'm sitting here all fluttery and nervous and excited and not getting anything done. right now I guess it is a secret, since I haven't told anyone at the theatre (not even gary-- that is going to backfire, I bet) and not alex and it's kind of strange and kind of thrilling. have no idea what we're doing, or what this is going to turn into, but we both seem pretty content at the moment. brooke thinks I'm kind of gross, I think. I kind of agree with her, but I'm a little mad at alex for being mad at me for being here still, but it's so gross to make excuses, and really, it's just that I have a kissing addiction. very confusing! but so good!
the roof got fixed today and I have a new thermos that is pretty and blue and she came by and life is good.
did I mention life was confusing?
I hated this girl last week. a week ago today, in fact, still hated her. haaaate. and I am pretty sure she hated me, too. she underwent some magic transformation and stopped being evil as soon as she put on fishnets for rocky (and a bowler, and 4 inch heels, and a swagger like you wouldn't believe). I said to gary, would you hate me if I don't hate her anymore?, on saturday morning, and he laughed and said he was waiting for me to say that because he stopped hating her too. like magic! and then the flirting started-- because of the tux!, I think-- which involved all manner of things including me straightening the back seam of her stockings, which was unreasonable. I finally kissed her at the mini-cast-party (that also turned into the naked- party (she and I did not partake; I protested because we were in the theatre and I would like to avoid having to supervise orgies, thank you, and she sat on my lap and laughed at me and also the naked people) and also the these-people-are-too-drunk party, and the oh-please-don't-vomit-or-break-anything (no vomit, one broken picture) and it would have been No Fun At All if we weren't flirting like mad all night, which, so much flirting!) and then again last night after being a dork and not very brave while we watched rent at the theatre-- I walked her to her door and didn't kiss her because I was not getting any encouragement, but I got into my car, realized we had just spent 8 hours together and it was almost 2 am and she had to be at work in 6 hours and there was no way she didn't want me to kiss her, so I waited till she came back downstairs to take her dog out and kissed her, and I am awfully glad I did. she is going to come by and visit sometime this afternoon so I can continue the very-distracted trend I have going right now. other than that, I have no idea what is going on. I haaated her last week! and now I'm sitting here all fluttery and nervous and excited and not getting anything done. right now I guess it is a secret, since I haven't told anyone at the theatre (not even gary-- that is going to backfire, I bet) and not alex and it's kind of strange and kind of thrilling. have no idea what we're doing, or what this is going to turn into, but we both seem pretty content at the moment. brooke thinks I'm kind of gross, I think. I kind of agree with her, but I'm a little mad at alex for being mad at me for being here still, but it's so gross to make excuses, and really, it's just that I have a kissing addiction. very confusing! but so good!
the roof got fixed today and I have a new thermos that is pretty and blue and she came by and life is good.