L. pain, n, physical suffering or distress, as due to injury, illness, etc.
Um, so...
Sometimes, when I am least expecting it, life comes and smacks me in the face with how crazy/awesome it is.
I don't know where the fuck all these boys came from, but I like it.
There's CDB, who according to Angie had a really serious girlfriend last year. I was sad about that, but when I told her we made out at a party, she said he is NOT the kind of guy who would do that if he was with someone. So, that's good.
And, there's the guy who is visually a taller, slightly more effeminate version of the last guy I really liked (really like? It's hard to tell when we're so far apart, but I still miss him and will be really happy to see him in December), and he likes narwhals...
A few random ones I've danced with and talked to at parties and in classes respectively, sure.
Also, Alastair's doppelganger? Pretty much turned out to be me, with a penis, and we've been wanking about music and literature and giggling about pretty much everything both on AIM and in person for the past few days. Not only does he share my love for Elvis Costello (!!!!), but he also is into Black Lips and Deerhunter!!!!!!!! ATLANTA FOR TEH WIN. He's going with me to the Black Lips show next Monday. Also, we're getting hot apple cider together after discussion on Tuesday morning. Too bad I'm a total spaz/ space cadet and am utterly incapable of discerning whether or not he's flirting with me. (WTF HAVE WE SERIOUSLY BEEN TALKING FOR FIVE HOURS????? Where did the time go? And how is it possible we have so much to talk about? We just met!)
Also, partying on Friday was nuts.
If I were in less pain/more functional or coherent, I'd write about it.
But I might have another kidney stone, and the pain is starting to take its toll.
Crap.
(Okay, I just typed to my friend, "I am done with my kidney. That's it. I'm selling you on the black market, motherfucker." And then I felt bad. Like, I'm sentimental about my kidney. Maybe it just needs a hug? Or another Vicadin. Except I don't think I can deal with a narcotic hangover tomorrow.)
I am so dizzy.
Blehhhhh.
Sometimes, when I am least expecting it, life comes and smacks me in the face with how crazy/awesome it is.
I don't know where the fuck all these boys came from, but I like it.
There's CDB, who according to Angie had a really serious girlfriend last year. I was sad about that, but when I told her we made out at a party, she said he is NOT the kind of guy who would do that if he was with someone. So, that's good.
And, there's the guy who is visually a taller, slightly more effeminate version of the last guy I really liked (really like? It's hard to tell when we're so far apart, but I still miss him and will be really happy to see him in December), and he likes narwhals...
A few random ones I've danced with and talked to at parties and in classes respectively, sure.
Also, Alastair's doppelganger? Pretty much turned out to be me, with a penis, and we've been wanking about music and literature and giggling about pretty much everything both on AIM and in person for the past few days. Not only does he share my love for Elvis Costello (!!!!), but he also is into Black Lips and Deerhunter!!!!!!!! ATLANTA FOR TEH WIN. He's going with me to the Black Lips show next Monday. Also, we're getting hot apple cider together after discussion on Tuesday morning. Too bad I'm a total spaz/ space cadet and am utterly incapable of discerning whether or not he's flirting with me. (WTF HAVE WE SERIOUSLY BEEN TALKING FOR FIVE HOURS????? Where did the time go? And how is it possible we have so much to talk about? We just met!)
Also, partying on Friday was nuts.
If I were in less pain/more functional or coherent, I'd write about it.
But I might have another kidney stone, and the pain is starting to take its toll.
Crap.
(Okay, I just typed to my friend, "I am done with my kidney. That's it. I'm selling you on the black market, motherfucker." And then I felt bad. Like, I'm sentimental about my kidney. Maybe it just needs a hug? Or another Vicadin. Except I don't think I can deal with a narcotic hangover tomorrow.)
I am so dizzy.
Blehhhhh.