May 21, 2004 17:46
My glasses are really dirty and everything suddenly looks like one of those soap opera dream sequences.
Someone bring a video camera or a pen and paper with which to take notes. AHJG, HBP, and WHN are all going to be in the same room tonight. AHJG is slightly unconfirmed, but he called last night saying he was coming. Add to this love square the fact that HBP’s boyfriend(s??) might be there, and you have great material for a fucked up avant garde play.
Because: HBP’s boyfriend is jealous of me (but wants to have a threesome?), WHN is jealous of HBP and also AHJG, AHJG is jealous of WHN, I’m jealous of whomever HBP flirts with, and HBP might also get jealous of WHN because chances are, I’m going home with him because boy have I not had sex in a long time. There’s no going home with HBP, because she lives on her friend’s couch. Hmm.
Oh, LHAS also wanted to come but he realized he’d probably be cramping my style. Good boy.
Oh my gosh, I’ll admit it: I enjoy drama. There, I said it. I’m not like most people, who take situations that aren’t that dramatic and they overreact thus creating drama; I’m enjoy drama in the sense that I create absurd situations and then underreact, while inwardly I’m giggling gleefully. Ho ho ho, hee hee hee.
I hung out with HBP today <3 <3 <3 man, we could be made for each other, it’s totally crazy. And did I just create heart symbols? How fucking cool of me. She’s going back to London in like a month, I told her I’d visit. She said I could stay with her, hoo hoo hoo. She said we should make serious plans to go backpacking through Europe within two years; even if we never do it, it’s still fun to think about.
What does a lesbian bring on the second date? A U-Haul, to move in her stuff. Yeah McGee, slow down already.
The fun thing about her is she’s exactly the same. She’s ambitious and love always takes a distant second to her career. She likes to flirt all the time, she dates like three guys so that she can get different things from them emotionally, although she’s only sleeping with the one. She says we get along because I “get it” and she “gets it” too, and we can make fun of the people who don’t get it together. Sounds like me and a lot of my friends, yet I really want to make out with her.
I’ve got to take a nap then go to the play, I’ll let you know if tonight meets or exceeds my dramatic expectations.