I'm Such a Girl
Remember the boy, D, I told you about from NYE? Well, I called him last night and left him a voicemail. Remember, I am totally money for having waited that long.
Tonight as I was getting a pedicure I missed a call. Guess who it was. Yep, Mr. D himself. Among other things in the message he said, "I was hoping you would call." Tee hee! I'm such a girl. Maybe Glib won't be the only one getting couch time soon.
This moment of girliness was brought to you by the letter G and the number 2006.
posted by BH @ 10:30 PM
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5 Comments:
DEAD PUPPIES!!!! DEAD PUPPIES!!! LOTS AND LOTS OF DEAD PUPPIES ALL OVER THE PLACE, LA LA LA LA LA LA!!
:-) I'm kidding sweetie. Good luck!
DeeDub the third roomie would be proud. I'm proud. All the ex-random-makeout-all-stars salute those about to rock (that means you of course).
you're totally money. b/c you know he was mooning around 5x as much as you were over the intervening days.
now you just have to make all your friends promise not to tell him about your blog so you can keep talking about him.
-m0
ps - it's excellent to hear that you're going to make it to Sheherezade on the 31st. I make no warranties, express or implied, about the other 11 plays (although at the very least they are all short), but I can promise that mine will be what you would expect it would be after reading my blog for a while, and knowing they made me write a play about my man JPII. for my part, I am looking forward to meeting my very first human from the bloglands.
MB - *lol* Thanks mate.
Peanut - Oh the memories....
MO - does that mean when you and I date I can't write about you? ;-P
(no, you'll just have to change my name and alter all the events to the point that they're unrecognizable, and then I won't know you're talking about me (although, given the fact that I've got a g.f. with a mean streak, you'd have to do that anyway, lest I end up skinned in my sleep))
although this raises an intriguing possibility... what if you've already done that? after all, if the names and facts have been changed, and I've not even seen a picture of you... you could be anyone. I could. we could all be everyone, or no one, or just one guy, or what if, wait, what if actually we're all James Edward Olmos? shit, I had better get back to work.
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