Why? The Finale

Ok.

This is gonna be the very last word on this. I promise.

The weekend was marvelous. We canoodled and cuddled the days away. Sort of. He said something unbearably sweet also - once, when arguing (as usual) about some inane thing or other, I suddenly blurted out, "I wasn't born your girlfriend, you know!"

To which he paused, and answered in the most matter-of-fact way, "Of course you were." And therein is the key.

I am so caught up with the whys and the wherefores and the is-this-gonna-work-40-years-from-now that I don't acknowledge the fact that for some strange, indefinable reason, my soul thinks that This Guy Is It. And this guy thinks so too. It's truly bizarre.

But I have learned to live with it and go with the flow (I hope). Accept this decision, and for God's sake TRUST someone, once in a while. Trust that the BF knows his own heart and mind and that my own heart and mind know what they're doing.

So let's see what happens.

'Nuff said.


Mood: Possibly In Love

Why? Part II

Sorry for of spazzing out there in my previous post. But if you've got a beef with that, then please refer to Blog Title.

The fact of the matter is, that the BF and I have taken a step backward in our relationship. Which was probably inevitable since we sort of teleported from point A(saying hello) to point K(sharing shampoo) within the first 2 weeks of our meeting.

AND I caught him IMing a female last night.

Which is an unremarkable situation in itself, except for the fact that that female's IM photo showed her NUDE from the waist up.

WTF.

And, like the good little gf I am, I calmly asked him what the deal was with the chick. He hemmed and hawed, and told a pitiful lie. I swear, sometimes the boy thinks I'm a complete idiot.

I think he is unaware of just how to deal with another living breathing human being in a committed relationship. I didn't know how to impress upon him the fact that this was just WRONG beyond words, so I sent him a gazillion links about how Cybersex Is Cheating.

I hope he gets it.

Or, I could just put this relationship out of its misery.

Mood: Hmmmmm

Why?

This is not the best time to do it.

I've got about 10 minutes before D picks me up for a late nite supper, one eye is blinking madly (damn the contacts) and my Technical Director is out there waiting for me to go home so he can lock the office up.

And yet.

The questions come flying. Just one question, really, but the permutations and the possibilities arising out of that one word are endless.

Why?

Why this blog?

Why am I here?

Why am I working so late at nite, when The BF is out working late too and all I really should do is go home like a good girl and curl up with a nice book or another episode of the Gilmore Girls?

D's calling. I gotta go.

Mood: Bleh

Monty Python Halo

LMAO LMAO LMAO /dies

Attack of the Blogger's Block

Aaaaarggg.

There comes a time in every writer's life, when she (or he or it) feels the compulsion to create, to bring forth pithy, eloquent and profound thoughts from her (or his or its) seething brain. To astound one and all who read this storm of words and change the world.

This, dear readers(all 3 of you), is not it.

Mood: Bleh

KEWTE!

The only use for a Mac



This is too cute for words.

New obsession: Cute and funny videos!

Enjoy.

Jedi Breakfast

BWAAAAAAAAAAA HA HA HA HA

What else can I say?

Did You Miss Me?

Errr.



Yes. I admit it.

I was kidnapped by aliens. Who performed unspeakable atrocities on my helpless body.

Don't ask. I said it was unspeakable, you freaks!

Ahem.

A lot of things have happened to me in the past year (yes, it's been a year, not like anyone's noticed).



Mood: Ashamed, Embarassed and Thoroughly Mortified