bonny, how absolutely atrocious. Patience to you, and swift healing to Bartleby.
I went to a birthday party, and hung with the Americorps volunteers, and carved a pumpkin and had a couple of drinks. Texted StW and went by his house on the way home. We just talked for a while and caught up, and I confirmed that he still does want to see me in whatever spare time he can find. That was enough to put the insecurity demons back at bay. I still really like him. He still wants to hang with me. I guess we'll just keep seeing where it takes us.
(And if only I were straight, I'd totally consider dating him, but no. I'm thinking of introducing him to my roomie, though)
You are an awesome giver, meara.
First world problem - can't get my charger to plug into my phone. Not drunk anymore. Wtf.
Yay for StW still wanting to hang out, boo for him being too damn busy!
I figure he and the roomie were both in the Peace Corps...that's something! He might be a little old for her though--I think he's about 38? and she's 28.
You can tell her from me that a 10 year age gap is no big whoop.
meara,
you really are an awesome roommate! Why didn't I have a roommate like you years ago?
Having Peace Corps in common can be a cool thing, I've found.
So I somehow bent over some little pins, and I think my iphone is fucked. I wonder if they can just replace that piece. ISTG, every paycheck it's something. I mean, I drop my iphone twenty times a day on the job site, and I break it plugging it in? Grr.
hmm, so I could get a new 3GS for free if I sign another 2 year contract, or I could get a 4G for $99. But they only have 8 gig models for those two.
I have NEVER understood why throwing a wedding is such a societal excuse to act like an asshole. (Not saying you were implying this, le nubian.)
I mean, organizing a big event can be stressful, but GET OVER IT. You are planning a party and getting married, not going to war. People do not get a "act like a douche and get out of jail free" card because it's a wedding.
OMGtothepowerofwtf. Totally this.
I see it ALL the time and just have to shake my head.
When I got married, I threw my own homemade wedding and did everything, including making my dress. The only thing I had a fit about was when the graphic arts student I hired to help me silk screen the announcements MISSPELLED MY HUSBAND'S LAST NAME...which I didn't see until she'd done 200 of them. That required ire. The rest of it, eh.
I am engaged in a "my dog is cuter" contest on fb with my ex gf. That counts as being productive, right? ...right?
Much against my mother's wishes, I threw my own wedding. She did make my dress and my sister's. The room was decorated with greenery stolen from the Vanderbilt campus by my friends. I only lost it when we forgot the cake and my mother insisted on going back for it, as opposed to someone less integral to the proceedings.
