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So.
boston legal is back on. and james spader obsession is back on too. SOOOOO hot. I don't understand it myself. oh well.
i helped adam and evan move into boston saturday after work. i didn't realize until we were on the road that they had no idea how to get to their new appartment. fortunately i have contacts. or, a contact. i called john and got amazing directions; if it weren't for him, i'd probably still be there, lost in china town or something. after i helped the boys unload my overstuffed car and took a peek into their little world, i went to visit john and to thank him for saving my life (or at least saving me from tons of hassles). we drank some bubbly and had a nice reunion. made fun of him for his approaching birthday, but it was hard to be serious. he's been running four miles a day and eating ridiculous meals, like a bowl full of lettuce and therefore in Amazing shape. totally not fair. anyway. finally got him drunk, which was fairly amusing. i had to work sunday at 7, which really sucked. had to get up at 5:30, made john make me a coffee in the dark in his adorable french press.
saturday i'm going to visit adam, which should be nice. sunday is my dad's birthday. monday is jess's last day of work, so we're going to celebrate. this gives me a lovely excuse not to help out with inventory at work, which is going to be amazingly sucky. the stockroom looks like a bomb went off. we haven't prepared at all, and mark is in charge, and he's not really organized or efficient. so i don't want to be there. and saying that my best friend is having a good bye party before leaving for cali (which isn't really true, but close enough) seems like a reasonable excuse. besides, i've helped out with every inventory for the past 4 years. i think i deserve a break.
hm, is there anything else going on? probably not. i've been reading like crazy. I bought How to be Alone and it's got wonderfully intellegent essays in it. it makes me wish i could write. or had anything i felt like writing about.
I think i've decided that it's true, that you always want what you can't have. for instance, this random semi-infatuation i have with john again since seeing him (which is compounded by the fact that he looks fucking hot). i know rationally that i have no romantic feelings for him, but that doesn't seem to change my early 20something hormones. contrasting with this is how mark is totally wrapped around my finger and i don't even want anything to do with him. i could probably get him to do anything for me at this point, but the more spineless and whimpy and subserviant he acts, the less i respect him and want to have anything to do with him. in fact, i think that if i didn't work with him and have to see him on a regular basis and be professional, i'd probably be out and out bitchy to him. i mean, i already am a bit of a bitch to him, but i think i'd be plain cruel. I'm at the point where i don't think he deserves my kindness. and that's that.
so i think i might snack on something and finish the current essay i'm reading and then make a fairly early night of it.
boston legal is back on. and james spader obsession is back on too. SOOOOO hot. I don't understand it myself. oh well.
i helped adam and evan move into boston saturday after work. i didn't realize until we were on the road that they had no idea how to get to their new appartment. fortunately i have contacts. or, a contact. i called john and got amazing directions; if it weren't for him, i'd probably still be there, lost in china town or something. after i helped the boys unload my overstuffed car and took a peek into their little world, i went to visit john and to thank him for saving my life (or at least saving me from tons of hassles). we drank some bubbly and had a nice reunion. made fun of him for his approaching birthday, but it was hard to be serious. he's been running four miles a day and eating ridiculous meals, like a bowl full of lettuce and therefore in Amazing shape. totally not fair. anyway. finally got him drunk, which was fairly amusing. i had to work sunday at 7, which really sucked. had to get up at 5:30, made john make me a coffee in the dark in his adorable french press.
saturday i'm going to visit adam, which should be nice. sunday is my dad's birthday. monday is jess's last day of work, so we're going to celebrate. this gives me a lovely excuse not to help out with inventory at work, which is going to be amazingly sucky. the stockroom looks like a bomb went off. we haven't prepared at all, and mark is in charge, and he's not really organized or efficient. so i don't want to be there. and saying that my best friend is having a good bye party before leaving for cali (which isn't really true, but close enough) seems like a reasonable excuse. besides, i've helped out with every inventory for the past 4 years. i think i deserve a break.
hm, is there anything else going on? probably not. i've been reading like crazy. I bought How to be Alone and it's got wonderfully intellegent essays in it. it makes me wish i could write. or had anything i felt like writing about.
I think i've decided that it's true, that you always want what you can't have. for instance, this random semi-infatuation i have with john again since seeing him (which is compounded by the fact that he looks fucking hot). i know rationally that i have no romantic feelings for him, but that doesn't seem to change my early 20something hormones. contrasting with this is how mark is totally wrapped around my finger and i don't even want anything to do with him. i could probably get him to do anything for me at this point, but the more spineless and whimpy and subserviant he acts, the less i respect him and want to have anything to do with him. in fact, i think that if i didn't work with him and have to see him on a regular basis and be professional, i'd probably be out and out bitchy to him. i mean, i already am a bit of a bitch to him, but i think i'd be plain cruel. I'm at the point where i don't think he deserves my kindness. and that's that.
so i think i might snack on something and finish the current essay i'm reading and then make a fairly early night of it.