Ugh. Hungover blah. Need to drink more water before I fall asleep/retire for the night. I sort of crashed on the couch watching Angel, MeNotYou woke me when it was done.. I was all dried out, hot sticky, like I always am on the couch when I fall asleep. Odd. So anyways. Got to meet bossanova in the flesh. She was most pleasant cool to hang with, at a little joint called catbirds. Four nights of drinking in a row for me. For whom the bell tolls, I spose. Gotta take it easy some. Relax without the sauce. Today I find myself more than ever in love with the idea of a certain someone. This distance thing sucks. No fair. heh. I'll be good. I'll meet new people and not talk about her, and pretend it's all gone away. Shit. I did this just a year ago. I can do it again. And again. And again. Not a day has gone by since I've met her that I can't stop thinking about her. Yeah, that seems a tad obsessive, but I'm not so bad. Just truly madly. Ick. Distance. Space. It's all good.
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hellomrworld:
Distance is most definitely tough ... by the makers of air bud is not the kind of thing that makes me want to see something ...
_bossanova_:
I must see this most extreme primate.