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Oh man...oh man...I wish that I had not been totally exhausted Friday and had blogged...oh man...
Ok, well....I went to a Fantasia party....Fantasia is a sex toy company and one of my friends (Junior's new belle!) was hosting the party so me and about five other girls went. Totally fun, but really....what is up with putting faces and animal's on vibrators. Ugh! Apparently it has something to do with the law.....dunno....weird.
So...after numerous emails with Timbuctoo on Thursday I said I "might" call him later that night...which I did when I got home...and it was ridiculous....over an hour of wishing the right thing was easier. We both clearly really wanted to see each other but didn't because it was pretty late and it was a bad idea. Sigh. This is so complicated.
I mean we've moved beyond your basic fatal attraction to making plans to meet. Which is clearly a bad idea. Both times we haven't met up but it's clear we really want to see each other...and really...just to see each other...I mean it would be nice to mess around but I can honestly say that's sorta secondary....especially given the damn situation. Ridiculous. Utterly ridiculous. He needs to get his head out of his ass. And I need to make it more clearly not ok for him to say things like "so gf is going away for a week and a half..."....he can't be so retarded at this point that he thinks he should be staying with her...I mean really. Sigh..I'm too tired to talk about this completely.
Anyway, I was annoyed that I spent so much time talking to Timbuctoo rather than going to see my friends as I promised I would....especially since a certain boy that I don't want to date but love to be attracted to and talk to was coming in to town for the weekend. So, yay for me, I went out at like 1:30am and saw them and had a great time. Talk about having your cake and eating it too.
And then Saturday morning we went to Buffalo for the Bill's game. And that was fun too. What a busy weekend.
I gotta go finish my grant proposal....God I hope I have some time to write all these crazy thoughts down soon....
Ok, well....I went to a Fantasia party....Fantasia is a sex toy company and one of my friends (Junior's new belle!) was hosting the party so me and about five other girls went. Totally fun, but really....what is up with putting faces and animal's on vibrators. Ugh! Apparently it has something to do with the law.....dunno....weird.
So...after numerous emails with Timbuctoo on Thursday I said I "might" call him later that night...which I did when I got home...and it was ridiculous....over an hour of wishing the right thing was easier. We both clearly really wanted to see each other but didn't because it was pretty late and it was a bad idea. Sigh. This is so complicated.
I mean we've moved beyond your basic fatal attraction to making plans to meet. Which is clearly a bad idea. Both times we haven't met up but it's clear we really want to see each other...and really...just to see each other...I mean it would be nice to mess around but I can honestly say that's sorta secondary....especially given the damn situation. Ridiculous. Utterly ridiculous. He needs to get his head out of his ass. And I need to make it more clearly not ok for him to say things like "so gf is going away for a week and a half..."....he can't be so retarded at this point that he thinks he should be staying with her...I mean really. Sigh..I'm too tired to talk about this completely.
Anyway, I was annoyed that I spent so much time talking to Timbuctoo rather than going to see my friends as I promised I would....especially since a certain boy that I don't want to date but love to be attracted to and talk to was coming in to town for the weekend. So, yay for me, I went out at like 1:30am and saw them and had a great time. Talk about having your cake and eating it too.
And then Saturday morning we went to Buffalo for the Bill's game. And that was fun too. What a busy weekend.
I gotta go finish my grant proposal....God I hope I have some time to write all these crazy thoughts down soon....
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