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all is fine. well, outside of the usual maleodrama but y'know.. WHATEV. i want to talk about it, but how interesting would that be? i mean seriously.
jeff said it best when he pointed out that all the men i'm ever seriously thinking about do ridiculously specific jobs. the current dude [and i only call him this because my parents and he and his family are all fucking over me] is an aeronautical engineer working on the next generation of f-16 fighter jets. before him was a man with aspirations to be a pediatric cardiologist. before HIM was a medical editor. the engineer seems like the safe choice these days, but GAH there is no fire in him. the producer, however, mmmm. but he's not a freak. i need a freak. damn the cardiologist for introducing me to my perverted side. maybe the nutritionist has something deep within? i don't know what the other dude does, or maybe he told me and i don't care, but i don't know him well enough to know if he's passionate. he alludes to being as such, but with desi men it's almost always big talk.
i made mirchi ka salaan the other day. HYDERABAD ZINDABAAD!
i may have fallen for someone at work. but it won't matter, because it's a zillion times not ever going to work otu so there's no point in even trying. i'm not even going to hint at it. although i think it's more just needing a kindred person and projecting my isolation rather than any real emotion. but man, if i weren't saving it i'd be trying to seduce them ALL. THE. TIME.
so yeah. that's what's up with me. this town is still eating assholes all the time. i may have emotionally damaged the boy with the puppy dog crush on me, but whatev. grow some balls.
someone come and do my laundry for me. there's too much snow for me to trek over to the other building. boo.