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flat 33 has been bumpin' lately. this girl kina, a fashion grad student from drexel, came last wednesday to stay with us til she found a place, then saturday morning 3 canadians we met in glasgow arrived, sunday everyone left, but rachel, dana, and ryan came for the night, and yesterday I went and met Louis, erin's 19 year-old lover from the glasgow weekend, at the station. he's here til thursday. this weekend though, i actually have an entire flat to myself. which may just blow my mind. i love my roommates, but a little bit of linda time will be really nice.
sunday i met another potential fiance. that's right, Cox has some competition. the original plan was to marry him, have some babies, and name them irena nicole and igor norman - thus dubbing them both "I. N. Joy-Cox." but, Mr. Rich Pack has made an offer, and even wants to add my surname to his. making us Mr. & Mrs. Joy-Pack. thoughts?
sunday we also hung out with our shared fake boyfriend, the dude from the coffee shop across the street. he's actually really cool, and it didn't seem at all like i had never actually spoken to him for more than 3.5 minutes. usually i prefer to keep my fake boyfriends at a distance for fear of spoiling the fantasy, but this worked out nicely.
drug myself into work monday, but insisted on going to trash that night, even though erin and jen were going out for their friend's bday. hung out with 5 boys from kent, got literally dragged away by some crazy girl who twirlled me around, told me i was beautiful and brave, and then danced off. i didn't mind being pulled away so much - 4 of the boys were goofy/drunken/nerdy (i mean that in the best way), but the one muscley yeah dude of the group was doing all the things that would be on a "how not to get into linda's pants" list, in an attempt to do the opposite.
i spent the next day dying at my desk, partly from hungoverness and partly from the fact that i was downloading and analyzing all of BAE Systems' competitors, aka every major defense/weapons/fighter plane/sub/tank manufacturer in the US and the UK. ughhh.
but, today was good. hung out with new german intern girl, had a good meeting at work, and went for a run. the spanish boy is reading the paper out loud and wearing aquasox. no joke.
sunday i met another potential fiance. that's right, Cox has some competition. the original plan was to marry him, have some babies, and name them irena nicole and igor norman - thus dubbing them both "I. N. Joy-Cox." but, Mr. Rich Pack has made an offer, and even wants to add my surname to his. making us Mr. & Mrs. Joy-Pack. thoughts?
sunday we also hung out with our shared fake boyfriend, the dude from the coffee shop across the street. he's actually really cool, and it didn't seem at all like i had never actually spoken to him for more than 3.5 minutes. usually i prefer to keep my fake boyfriends at a distance for fear of spoiling the fantasy, but this worked out nicely.
drug myself into work monday, but insisted on going to trash that night, even though erin and jen were going out for their friend's bday. hung out with 5 boys from kent, got literally dragged away by some crazy girl who twirlled me around, told me i was beautiful and brave, and then danced off. i didn't mind being pulled away so much - 4 of the boys were goofy/drunken/nerdy (i mean that in the best way), but the one muscley yeah dude of the group was doing all the things that would be on a "how not to get into linda's pants" list, in an attempt to do the opposite.
i spent the next day dying at my desk, partly from hungoverness and partly from the fact that i was downloading and analyzing all of BAE Systems' competitors, aka every major defense/weapons/fighter plane/sub/tank manufacturer in the US and the UK. ughhh.
but, today was good. hung out with new german intern girl, had a good meeting at work, and went for a run. the spanish boy is reading the paper out loud and wearing aquasox. no joke.