embracing randomness....

Wow - I should write more. However work is seriously kicking my ass and I don't have any time to type bout myself. And I might have an interesting/odd/random new boy to e-mail a lot.

Yeah, so the CL boy is still around. In some ways he's the anti-me in a similar situation.

-similarities-
1. He too is in the studio apt.
2. He too isn't quite legally broken up.
3. He too ponders the therapist relationship a bit too much.


-differences-
1. Different gender.
2. He was the normal one.
3. The most social person I've ever met - dude has every second planned.

He's tall too. But he writes good e-mails and we're going out again tonight. Pulled a typical me and took him home after bowling. God, my hormones are terrible. He's in a soccer league & a bowling league. He goes to First Friday @ the MCA (which makes me think that i'm not quite the only girl he's picking up on CL - but that's OK too).

Oh my god - could he be the beginning of my harem? My long dreamed about but seemingly impossible to achieve harem of witty boys who want to see me twice a week and make out with me...this would be so great.

My other new favorite thing (TV) - got the DVD's of House. I want to be that grumpy.

My new favorite list - songs and where I hear them. Saturday night (11p-ish) walking by Clark and Roscoe and some bar is blaring 'Everybody's Changing' by Keane. OK - that's not a popular song. And that's the show that I took the terribly evil boy who ruined my life to before I jumped him. But the rest of the night turned out OK. I did not let the evil song ruin my night.

Sunday - making art in the kitchen and 'Deadbeat Club' comes on - I love to sing that song out loud. And then 'Medicine Show'.

Today - 'Bring on the Dancing Horses'.

The rule for the song list is that it has to be overheard. You can't play it because you want to hear it - it must come to you.

I missed the Puppy Bowl (I skipped it for Bleak House - really good by the way)! I need to find some drugs so I can watch the Puppy Bowl. I'm convinced that there might not be anything better than getting stoned and watching the Puppy Bowl.

Promise to be better about the whole writing thing. It's theraputic.