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raybearLast night I worked at the bookstore and had a good chat with De____. Wednesday nights are usually me, her, and our co-worker An____, who isn't exactly, shall we say, well-liked. De___ basically cares nothing for her or what she thinks, and although An____ seems to sort of like me, I also think I'm starting to move into the "dislike" column by proxy, which is fairly amusing to me. She's not a horrible person....she's just extremely shallow, self-centered, and annoying to be around. Oh, the little things? Anyway, last night she came up to me and was like "Ray, look at me" so I turned my head and she was like "ooooh, I like the little goatee" and the proceeded to reach out her hand and rub my chin. Not cool. I tried not to totally jerk away and/or slap her hand aside, so I just sort of turned my head and said "you really shouldn't just reach out and touch people's faces." But she didn't get it -- she just thought it was cute. Hmm. She's in my evidence pile for why I don't get along well with Cancers. Also in the pile is the annoying manager in the office and George W. Bush. However, I learned today that Lil Kim is a Cancer, so maybe there are exceptions.....
After work I waited forever for the bus down to lakeview and had coffee with Be___ (and St___ and Da___) before she left for California. The apartment is totally packed up and tomorrow the movers come. It was very weird to have a "clean slate" and it made me feel simultaneously weird and excited. I get so attached to things. It's not like I totally hate/fear change, but I definitely hold on to some things and situations. So even though it's not my stuff or my apartment (yet), because I've spent so much time in the past 6 months with them and in that space with their stuff, I feel a little twinge of grief. I'm such an emotional sap sometimes. But I'm also really excited to get all my stuff there as well. It will be hard to not unpack before Melanie comes home. I mean, obviously I must make things livable, since I'll probably be living there full-time for about a week or two before she returns.
In other weird news, Chris, the Saturday date guy, called me last night. His message was like "calling to say hi and see what you were up...give me a call when you get this". Hello, stalker? Or he's calling to cancel. Hmm. I did tell him I was working Wed and Thurs until 9pm, but maybe he forgot. I'll probably call him this evening, I guess. I'm trying to figure out if I'll bring anyone along with me on Saturday. Damon gladly said yes when I asked him if he would possibly accompany me. I'm thinking I might set something where I meet the guy for coffee at 8 pm, and then be like "hey, I'm meeting my buddy for a movie around the corner at 9, so we can only talk for an hour, but come along if you want." That way, I have an easy out, as does he. And if things go super well or something, I can meet up with Damon and say "everything's cool, I'll call you later". But I"m still trying to construct the master plan....
Last night I slept really restlessly and woke up suddenly several times between 5 am and 7 am. At one point, I must have thrown pillows around, because I reached over and felt this cool, flat surface and thought it was someone's shoulder/back. So I rolled over to put my face in it....and you guessed it. I ended up kissing my pillow because I thought it was my g.e. Geez, I really am an emotional sap, even when only half-awake.
Tonight when I get home I'm going to experiment with the swimming outfit options....
After work I waited forever for the bus down to lakeview and had coffee with Be___ (and St___ and Da___) before she left for California. The apartment is totally packed up and tomorrow the movers come. It was very weird to have a "clean slate" and it made me feel simultaneously weird and excited. I get so attached to things. It's not like I totally hate/fear change, but I definitely hold on to some things and situations. So even though it's not my stuff or my apartment (yet), because I've spent so much time in the past 6 months with them and in that space with their stuff, I feel a little twinge of grief. I'm such an emotional sap sometimes. But I'm also really excited to get all my stuff there as well. It will be hard to not unpack before Melanie comes home. I mean, obviously I must make things livable, since I'll probably be living there full-time for about a week or two before she returns.
In other weird news, Chris, the Saturday date guy, called me last night. His message was like "calling to say hi and see what you were up...give me a call when you get this". Hello, stalker? Or he's calling to cancel. Hmm. I did tell him I was working Wed and Thurs until 9pm, but maybe he forgot. I'll probably call him this evening, I guess. I'm trying to figure out if I'll bring anyone along with me on Saturday. Damon gladly said yes when I asked him if he would possibly accompany me. I'm thinking I might set something where I meet the guy for coffee at 8 pm, and then be like "hey, I'm meeting my buddy for a movie around the corner at 9, so we can only talk for an hour, but come along if you want." That way, I have an easy out, as does he. And if things go super well or something, I can meet up with Damon and say "everything's cool, I'll call you later". But I"m still trying to construct the master plan....
Last night I slept really restlessly and woke up suddenly several times between 5 am and 7 am. At one point, I must have thrown pillows around, because I reached over and felt this cool, flat surface and thought it was someone's shoulder/back. So I rolled over to put my face in it....and you guessed it. I ended up kissing my pillow because I thought it was my g.e. Geez, I really am an emotional sap, even when only half-awake.
Tonight when I get home I'm going to experiment with the swimming outfit options....
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ugh, cancers.
Date: 2001-07-12 09:33 am (UTC)i'm totally with you...i usually never get along well with cancers. they can be really high maintenance and MOODY. funny though...my mother's a cancer and we get along fine.
xoxoxo.
tara.
WAIT a minute.
Date: 2001-07-12 09:50 am (UTC):P
But I tend to be a Cancer that folks get along with, and they don't necessarily "see" my Cancer-ness until they've known me. I think it's my Aries shell.
uhh...just kidding? :)
Date: 2001-07-12 10:24 am (UTC)but like i said, my mom is also an exception...i just don't get along with cancers in general.
xoxoxo.
tara.
No sweat, Keith.
Date: 2001-07-12 12:47 pm (UTC)On a totally unrelated note, I just want to say that I'm happy I have Joe the ES and Tara the Trashy Femme "in my life" to be a positive example of a loving couple in an open relationship. No pressure. Seriously though, (and this goes for Rid, too, and his slutty faggy ass (that's a compliment, by the way)), I really like having outside support on this, because there are few places to get it.
Re: No sweat, Keith.
Date: 2001-07-12 12:55 pm (UTC)thanks for the kind words...it's flattering that joe, rids, and i are your role models, and i must say that i'm also really happy that you're in my life too. i always admire your honesty and willingness to talk freely about shit that's going on in your life. in a world full of polite superficial conversation, it's really refreshing.
anyway, i think you're a kickass guy, and melanie is really lucky to have you as a b.e. ;)
xoxoxo.
tara.