...getting rained on in Tokyo.
...old enough to drink alcohol but not old enough to know when to stop.
...blogging since 02/22/03.
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
An attempt at exorcism Skype, late at night. Me: The friendly ghost wrote that he "has this funny spring feeling" in his facebook update. I'm not sure if I should interpret anything into that. Friend from way back and agony aunt du jour: People that write stuff like that want to be interpreted. It means that you should seize the opportunity. Me: No, it only means that he writes gibberish on his facebook page. Maybe he caught a sunburn in the spring sun that itches. FFWBAAADJ: Then scratch him! Me: No, no, no! I'm sick of having to throw myself at men in order for them to notice me. If sheep had free will and decided to throw themselves at men, they wouldn't get kicked out of bed. That's because it would be more trouble for the men to reject their advances than to listen to them baaing. What I want is for men to follow me around like lovesick puppies and to hang upon my every word. They are supposed to be awed by my amazing personality. FFWBAAADJ: True dat. Me: And then I would ignore them because anyone, that takes such an unhealthy interest in me, creeps me out.
He's just not that into me My life was sailing along calmly when my twisted subconscious decided to spice up the general pleasantness. You would think that liking my job and having interesting hobbies would be sufficient for a fulfilled life but then I found myself pining away for a Dane who shares his name with a certain friendly ghost (or, as my brother helpfully pointed out, the rapist from Kids). He has great hair and dances swing but sends out more mixed signals than a supercomputer can analyze in a month. The mature thing would be asking him directly how he feels about me but my masochistic side will drag this out for much longer. I secretly enjoy unrequited love... it's preferable to open rejection.