the double deuce!
I'm totally hungover.
I made out with Hot Brit Playwright last night! Oh yeah! No one can resist my charms, especially not when alcohol is involved. She's so hot. I don't even remember who made the first move, but it was probably me.
I was all "This is horrible! I feel horrible! You're my director!" and she said in her cute little accent, "We just can't tell anyone, baby." I was planning to hit on her AFTER the play, being as I'm going to have to work with her, but I think this will be kind of fun, having a scandalous secret. Meow!
THEN somehow I got to talking astral projection with one of the Art Stars (I guess this is the hip way of saying performance artist)…then some shit happened that I don't exactly remember, and this morning I totally woke up in a strange bed thinking "Where the fuck am I?" I was so hammered. We didn't have sex, we just made out a lot. I called off work and then we ate breakfast and talked forever.
This dude is pretty awesome. He asks lots of questions and I talk talk talk and he actually seems to enjoy listening (contrast to WHN). He has whorls on each of his fingertips, which in palm reading is very rare and means he's very unique, although not to the point of inaccessibility. I guess he's famous or something in the art world. He must be, because he has a nice and big apartment in the East Village. He's very open in general. I think I made a friend. Yay. Let's call him LHAS. Long-haired art star.
Part of me wants to have sex with him as he's a great guy and I'm 100% sure we're sexually compatible (we talked a lot about what we like and don't like, and…yeah, I think this could work. Will he push me around, try new things? Don't even need to ask. He said, "You know how you meet a soulmate? I think people have sexmates and they're completely sexually compatible") and part of me realizes I might begin to accumulate too many lovers. Sure, there's just WHN right now, but then I know there's AHJG and HBP just waiting for me to seduce them. Maybe I should trade WHN in for this guy. Maybe I should stop making sexual designs on all my friends.
Oh yeah, after talking half the morning away, he gave me perhaps the best backrub I've ever received. Then we made out some more.
In other news, I've been having déjà vu every five fucking minutes. I'm not even exaggerating, I really am having déjà vu every five minutes or more. A smart friend told me it might be because I stopped taking birth control, and the hormones are fucking me up still. It's really odd having déjà vu all the time, and sort of annoying.
I made out with Hot Brit Playwright last night! Oh yeah! No one can resist my charms, especially not when alcohol is involved. She's so hot. I don't even remember who made the first move, but it was probably me.
I was all "This is horrible! I feel horrible! You're my director!" and she said in her cute little accent, "We just can't tell anyone, baby." I was planning to hit on her AFTER the play, being as I'm going to have to work with her, but I think this will be kind of fun, having a scandalous secret. Meow!
THEN somehow I got to talking astral projection with one of the Art Stars (I guess this is the hip way of saying performance artist)…then some shit happened that I don't exactly remember, and this morning I totally woke up in a strange bed thinking "Where the fuck am I?" I was so hammered. We didn't have sex, we just made out a lot. I called off work and then we ate breakfast and talked forever.
This dude is pretty awesome. He asks lots of questions and I talk talk talk and he actually seems to enjoy listening (contrast to WHN). He has whorls on each of his fingertips, which in palm reading is very rare and means he's very unique, although not to the point of inaccessibility. I guess he's famous or something in the art world. He must be, because he has a nice and big apartment in the East Village. He's very open in general. I think I made a friend. Yay. Let's call him LHAS. Long-haired art star.
Part of me wants to have sex with him as he's a great guy and I'm 100% sure we're sexually compatible (we talked a lot about what we like and don't like, and…yeah, I think this could work. Will he push me around, try new things? Don't even need to ask. He said, "You know how you meet a soulmate? I think people have sexmates and they're completely sexually compatible") and part of me realizes I might begin to accumulate too many lovers. Sure, there's just WHN right now, but then I know there's AHJG and HBP just waiting for me to seduce them. Maybe I should trade WHN in for this guy. Maybe I should stop making sexual designs on all my friends.
Oh yeah, after talking half the morning away, he gave me perhaps the best backrub I've ever received. Then we made out some more.
In other news, I've been having déjà vu every five fucking minutes. I'm not even exaggerating, I really am having déjà vu every five minutes or more. A smart friend told me it might be because I stopped taking birth control, and the hormones are fucking me up still. It's really odd having déjà vu all the time, and sort of annoying.