Two posts in as many days? I hear hell's getting a cold front.
I've finally succumbed to the plague that's felled everyone else in my office. After a slight bout with the chills yesterday, I'm left with the hacking cough. I've stocked up on Theraflu, EmergenC, fruits, and Hall's, so I'm gonna kill this fucker by Thursday. Or else I'm gonna be that annoying passenger that everyone hates since the canned air will make the hack worse. PrincessNella's gonna love me for that.
In honor of what I was talking about last post (letting shit be water under the bridge and all that), I sent a really nice note to the boy. Basically saying that I wish him the best in his life...far away from me. I don't actually expect a reply. It was just for brain dump's sake. That was my good deed for the month. Back to regularly scheduled piss and vinegar.
Did I mention how PSYCHED I am for Miami? I am, really. In case you didn't notice.
In the life can never be simple files, I swear NYC has only 300 people in it tops. No matter what the census says. This guy I think I could like (if he wasn't so shiny and kinda accomplished in his way and so high profile and put together with really nice hair and I wasn't in this weird phase where I'm shy and feel like flying under the radar and being a little self-hating) and I apparently overlap on every circle. If not him, someone that's about half a degree away from him. MySpace, real life friends, nabe life/the board, parties, and now the goddamned local deli by the job. The whole thing makes me want to run and hide. He sees me, I see him, no one's ever going to do anything about it. I get the distinct impression that I'm not the type of girl he would like. I'm too...everything (see, self-hating phase) and he's probably started wondering if I'm stalking him. I might have done some minor net detective work (damn, it's easy), but I can't put in the effort to really mount a chase. My post-trip life is focused on whipping the body into shape in time for Tino's hippie wedding to avoid total mortification. I'm a little over the phase where I run headfirst into rejection.
Posted by Candicissima at March 19, 2007 11:09 PM