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“Last night I dreamt ….”
I’ll save the preface for after the dream typing. That’s wrong but right now, I don’t care. I dozed a bit ago and had a lot of subconscious activity in just the two hours or so I slept. Here’s the best I can make out of it.
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Sympathy for the Wicked
It’s funny how much sympathy customers have for me today since I sound like I drank a 50 gallon bucket of Jim Beam and smoked about 100 cartons of smokes. People keep calling me “sweetie” and thanking me profusely for doing my job. I wish every day were like this. And, I sound kind of sexy … if you like chicks who sound like 40 year old meth-heads who’ve hit brick walls full force with their vocal cords.
I promised to fill you all in on the “shenanigans” that took place the weekend before last. I’m feeling a little less hot on the subject but I can tell you that 1) I got “tow-up-from-the-floor-up” 2) I (at first) involuntarily made out with “TD” and someone else I hardly know. *blush* This lead to someone in the restroom (because “TD” followed us to the unisex restroom) yelling “some of us would like to use the restroom!”.
After this incident, I ended up arm wrestling with a GORGEOUS guy with tats and then we “sparred” in the parking lot.
Did I mention I was “tow up”? *sigh* I shouldn’t drink in public, it just leads to me wrestling men in public. This of course is usually entertaining to others but still, it’s a little odd after the fact.
After the Friday night of strange events, I did have a nice outing with “TD”. We went to an art fair in Tempe and each bought some beautiful watch peices. We had a very nice lunch and even shared dishes. I think mostly because I ordered a pizza (small one) which “TD” graciously helped me finish (most of). I ate some of his olives. He ordered the Mediterranean plate – apparently we both really like Greek food.
Otherwise, not much else going on. “C” and I went out this past Friday after I spent a week sick but working. We had a few drinks but nothing exciting happened. I’ll expound on any additional thoughts … later.
God, I had some seriously F*CKED UP dreams this weekend. I dreamt about my family, I dreamt of disembodied head-bearing torso’s doing sick things, I dreamt of my old HS and zombies that eat their own flesh. *sigh* Was it the Nyquil? The Depakote? Am I just insane?
*shrug*
Back to work shortly. *jams to Falco “Where Are You Now?”*
- k
a rose by any other name …
“Skittery Pigeon” just left. She came over tonight … and she was early. :-) We got Italian food then stopped for dvds at Block Buster. We picked up “High Tension” and “Dirty Love” (the latter is NOT a porno thank you). “High Tension” freaked us both out so “Dirty Love” was a good diversion.
We had our usual spat at the Block Buster where we argue over who’s paying. I bought the movies and she got dinner. We actually had a tug ‘o war over “Dirty Love” because she wanted to see it but I agreed to pay for the movies. In the end I was able to wrestle it away from her and hold it close so she couldn’t get it. Aftewards, she bought the drinks and ciggies. :-P
We came back to my place, watched the movies and then she went home. I walked her to her car and we talked for a few seconds. She said we ought to get tattoos again together and I agreed. More planning is needed. Then she actually hugged me which she doesn’t usually do … she doesn’t like hugs much. Then I walked back to my apartment only to notice she left the rose that I bought her. So I grabbed it, grabbed my cell phone and ran down the stairs to the gate hoping to catch her. I accidently called her home (it’s almost 3 am) instead of her and her boyfriend answered. I, panting, said “I’m sorry, she left something here and I was trying to catch her before she got to the gate. I misdialed.” He said “well you better call her cell phone”. He didn’t sound amused.
Right as I hung up, I saw her head lights coming toward me so I stepped a little in front and flagged her down. I was panting and laughing saying “you forgot this … I just called Brian by accident”. She laughed and said “you didn’t have to do that”.
Now, if I could only take the advice from the romantic comedy we’d just watched and professed my undying affection for her … but then no. She has a boyfriend and well, we’re both girls. But sometimes I think (just because I know it would never happen) that if I just said “I’ve had a crush on you for a long time … I just had to get it off my chest” … that I would be free of the burden and not feel like I’m … balanced on the edge of a pin.
It was good to see her. I hope we don’t have to wait another year and a half before we can hang out and laugh again. I missed her.
hugs – k
P.S. Ni ni.