I want Rainbow Connection and Animalistic.
Turns out my spidey sense was not wrong. StW just sat me down and told me (again) that he's not ready for a committed relationship. Just wanted to make sure we were "on the same page." Well, sweetie, we're not and we haven't been and we may never be. And that sucks.
Patience, not my forte.
Oh, smonster, that just bites.
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{{{{{smonster}}}}} I'm so very sorry.
Oh smonster, I'm so sorry about the kitty, about StW, about your hip, about everything. If you want to talk this weekend, give me a call. Also, my friend N. just had a hip replacement a couple of weeks ago (after falling off a roof in Greece (!!!!!) a couple of years ago). I hope you don't have to have one, and your circumstances are different, but I think you two have met at parties at my house over the years, and if you like, I can put you two in touch.
askye, sorry about your cousin. Fuck cancer indeed.
Those nail polishes are awesome! I've been on such a nail polish kick lately. I got a bottle of Matte Magic top coat, and I've been putting it over everything. It rocks!
Thanks, amyth.
Nora's coming over to hang out.
smonster I'm really sorry.
Fuck cancer.
And amyth, yes, I remember N.
Goddammit, smonster, I'm sorry.
Me: Could you describe to me, in your own words, what this is?
StW: Probably not. I enjoy the time I spend with you.
That latter phrase is starting to feel like "You're a nice girl, but..."
Thanks to Tom and Nora, I have just popped a flexeril which I hope will help my hip and knock me the fuck out.
The funny (in a not-funny way) thing is that we had that talk while watching Leverage, and the next episode was The Wedding Job. You know, the one where Sophie goes off on Nate, and then he does that speech during the wedding? I was literally biting my tongue (yes, literally). Awk-fucking-ward.
Going to try and sleep now.