Thursday, August 18, 2005
I'm confused! My life is. . .good?
Apparently, I am the only person I know who feels like keeping up with blogs, but I'm still going to do it! I'll troop on alone! Anyhoo. As my readers might remember, my last post was all about how damaged I am, and how I'm through dating. Well. . .it was a phase I think. I mean, I was really serious, but, I just can't go through with it. I went out with Jared last night, and, dammit, I'm just too attached. We had so much fun, and he took a little time to talk about some of my issues, and, Josh: you'll probably like him, because he says a lot of the same things you do, like there's no point in being alone, you gotta take a chance, blah blah blah. Stupid boys. He says we need to have serious talk so that we can get me over some of this stuff. The fool! He has no idea how long of a talk THAT would have to be! MUAH HA HA! I have no idea why a maniacal laugh was necessary at that point, but it seemed like a good idea at the time. And a friend of his dropped by and wanted to meet me, cause he's heard so much about me! I wanted to say, "what kind of things have you heard?" But I didn't. *sigh* I guess I'll have to take a lesson from American Gods, and just eat the strawberries. I bet Dave is the only person reading who gets that. Word, Dave, word.
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i get it. easter and the strawberries. is this the same boy we've been talking about? interesting if so.
mmmm...strawberries... This post is too short. I want essays here sister! None of this I'm just popping in to update stuff. *points finger menacingly, then scurries off to update her own blog* :)
No, Cainnum, it's not the part with Easter. It's the part towards the end where Sam kisses Shadow and he knows she doesn't like him, and he thinks about the story about the monk who was being chased by a tiger (?) and falls off a cliff, catches himself halfway down and below him is something else dangerous (?) above him is the tiger, and to the side are some strawberries. What should he do? Eat the strawberries. Moral: it may end badly, but enjoy the good parts while you can. And yes, it is the same boy. And Kiera! Until I see updates from you at least once a week, you have no room to critise, little missy!
I got the strawberries. I especially like them with waffles. Do you like waffles, Margie? :) Just kidding.
Ha. Ha. Jerk.
Oh, I got it. Yes indeedy. A fine, fine book. You should make that boy read it. If he likes it...you'll know he's the one. If he doesn't like it...you might be able to make yourself dislike it too for his sake, or you could turn it into some flaw in his upbringing that makes him appear wounded, and you'd just like him more. Which would also prove you like him a lot. Wow. This is all so qausi-complicated. Qausi? Quas-Eye? Quasi-Asi-Oxenfree?
I could NEVER turn my back on American Gods! NEVER! I LOVE YOU NEIL GAIMAN! I LOVE YOU!! Uh-oh, I think things will get even more complicated if I love Neil Gaiman while I already love Scott Bakula, Johhny Depp, amd like Jared, too.
Is there any way I can have them all?
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