babble
Wednesday, February 18, 2004
Drowning in a daydream:
I swear to fucking Christ, I want to post something that is about how busy and overcommitted and stressed I am at work, or how busy and overcommitted and stressed I am with my side projects that are pretty much just like work except with more Powerpoint slides and fewer cubicles, or how I'm on the fence about participating in the Artwalk this spring because I don't think I will stop being busy and overcommitted and stressed until like April. But I won't post about any of that crap. Instead, I'll post about my ridiculously dramatic personal life! Aren't you excited?
Ew, you are. Put that thing away.
Anyway, I like this person, see, but there is the potential for an awful lot of drama were the two of us to get together. I know, there's always potential for drama, because people always put their best face forward when you first meet them and then when you both let your respective guards down you realize that this is not the person you thought you fell in love with and then everything goes to shit and you end up cheating with some sweaty, disgusting pig in the back of a Volkswagen behind that seedy bar in the strip mall down the street, and then your partner finds out and lights half of your clothes on fire and throws the other half into the cat's litter box, and then you end up living in your car for six months, eating 49 cent cans of tuna and half-eaten sandwiches from the dumpster behind your ex's work as you sit waiting for your opportunity to slit their throat when they come out from doing inventory in the stockroom one late, stormy night.
But I digress.
I've known this person for 10 years, and said person is really cool, we have a great time together, and I think both of us would really enjoy having a lot of orgasms, preferably in very close proximity to one another. Those facts, in and of themselves, should indicate that there is no reason why we shouldn't just go ahead and get to swapping spit already. The reasons for said potential drama are as follows:
1. This person is friends with my ex-husband.
2. This person's roommate would more than likely be hella pissed if we did "it".
3. This person reads my blog. (Hi!)
I debated about posting this in the first place due to reason #3, but I promised to document all of my dating adventures here, so there you have it. Also, please note that I didn't mention who this person is, so if the person in question is reading this, please don't be all mad, as your identity is totally safe unless you do something really bad to me like punch my mom or eat the last of the chocolate chip cookies.
Of course, I have to turn to my four and a half readers for advice, because even though my brain, emotions, and vagina are all telling me what they think I should do, I just don't trust them to be objective.
babbled by Kat @ 5:22:00 PM |
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