It Hurts to Be This Sexy
	2004-04-23 | 12:46 p.m. Recovery Time
	Boss told me today that the phones had been "crazy" all week. Funny how they rang twice when I was here Wednesday and one time (for her delivered Chinese food downstairs) today. Yes, those crazy, crazy phones. How do we even get a second here, what with the phones ringing one, two, sometimes three times a day? It's madness, I tell you. My spirits have improved immensely from yesterday, when I repeatedly thought I was about to start crying. Over no tofu eggplant rollatini or another dragster's not thinking my dance moves were cheesy enough. For the dance moves, I actually had to hold. back. tears. Ricockulous. My spirits have improved thanks to some hang out time with Drag Crush, who couched at my place last night. We left rehearsal tired and grumpy, and I ended up going to bed (lateish) tired and happy, thanks to a hefty bit of laughter and conversation. It's slightly frustrating, because the more we hang out the more I enjoy her, and I really keep hoping that something will fuck it up so I can move on. Damn my impeccable taste. There's also the fact that he is moving in August, and is now considering Austin, Seattle, and all parts west of the east coast. I have this weird ability to detach myself from my sadness if I know what will happen will make the person I care for happy, and this is one of the situations where I'm doing that. Yay for the move! Yay for sunshine instead of fifty inches of snow every year. Sad for me, but good for you! You'll never know that I'm secretly pining for you! Because I don't want to burden you! Sunshine! If I start to get annoying with my sad/poor me bits, please oh please smack me out of it. I could use that. Oh, and thesis is almost done. The last gasp is happening. Conclusion (working on that now) and a snip of historiography, maybe. Or yes, actually, even though I really don't want to write it. Show this weekend. Write. Bitch and Animal. Erotica Girl couches. Rehearsal. Rest (massage? oh, be still my heart). Revise revise revise. Great Big. Turn it in, Sleep sleep sleep. Party like a motherfucker (I will go to Submit without any guilt at all). Holla. Have a birthday. This is my life for a while, at least. **Goo Gone** 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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