It Hurts to Be This Sexy
	2004-06-11 | 12:02 p.m. All aboard the geek train
	Oh Diaryland, why have you been mocking me with that "you can't post right now" thing? I've been trying to update, and you do naught but thwart me. The LJ has been getting more love as a result, and it tears me up inside. The whole thing feels like a Reba song gone wrong. Or gone right, but I suppose that's the way with country music. Anyway, there's been some happenings of late, most of which I can't describe fully because of my super important business meeting set for 12:30. Ok, so it's not a business meeting, but I am meeting this woman who's in charge of a business that I want to work for. I will be introduced and do the chatty thing and give her my hot ass resume (primped and pimped by Marx herself) and cross my fingers. I realize she's not going to say, "you sound perfect; start today!" but I hope she'll give me her card and tell me to call Monday to set up an interview. And that said interview happens on Wednesday. And that I know about the job by next Monday, all whirlwind-like. That's the dream, and I wanna live it. I'm wearing my shirt tucked in, for fuck's sake. It's got to count for something. There's also been happenings with Shmohawk lately. Apparently she woke up and realized that I am, in fact, the rocking ass bomb, and that she made big mistakies in ditching me. The only answer I have to this is that, duh, of course it's a bad idea to give up a girl who tells you she wants to make out with you but will settle for no-strings phone sex instead. Anyway, she asked me on a date. And I accepted? Yeah, I did. It's mostly because I harbor doubts that she'll actually make it down here. But I also made it clear that I don't want anything of the relationship variety. When I talked with Drag Crush about it last weekend, she understood--sometimes it's really hard to let go of phenomenal sex, especially when you've had not-so-phenomenal sex to compare it with. The kissing is a big thing too. I've kissed some good kissers, and Shmohawk is still my favorite. Even Poly Girl and her Girlfriend, who were both stellar, don't quite match up. It fucking sucks. I'm in the mood to say fuck today, which could be a detriment in meeting the classy/dignified type lady for the jobness. But I go into super-polite mode when I talk with adults, so I should be fine. Oops. I am an adult. I keep forgetting. The other things I had to tell are like this: I saw Harry Potter, and God help me I lusted. Also, I got pulled over for talking on a cellular telephone. In my imagination, I told the cop to suck my dick, but in real life I just got flustered and almost cried. I entered a plea of Not Guilty, and will fight this motherfucker like nobody's business. But I'm really annoyed anyway, because I'm so anti-cell phone, and would not have been talking on one while driving along. It's a long story, and I can't tell it now, so I leave you, dear Reader, with this thought: Harry. Malfoy. At a reunion of Hogwarts when they're in their 20s. A shower scene. Dig it. **Arrest Me** The weather that ROARED - 2005-03-01 Enabler's Rag - 2005-02-15 Where in the world? - 2005-01-14 Where have all the rude boys gone? - 2005-01-04 quickly - 2004-11-21 <-- - -->	Last Next Newest Older Rings Pictures Links Profile Guestbook Email me Notes Diaryland Hate is Great

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