A good sturdy day.
Aug. 18th, 2002 11:53 pmMy family is back from Eire. I'm really pleased; I miss them when they aren't here. I got socks. I like my socks. These are fugly warm socks, perhaps socks I will take a picture of and post for interested parties.
Got to hang out with
blergeatkitty last night, even though she was ill. We sat and talked for about four hours about everything and nothing. She's fabulous, we had a great time. Made her a cd, brought her soup. I'm glad I met her. Quite glad. She's introduced me to neat people too. Enough, I'm sure I've swelled her head enough to make it so she has to turn sideways to fit through the door.
I've met a someone who I really like. Finally got to talk to her too. We'd met before, but a variety of communications snafus have prevented us from talking. We laughed a lot, she's got a nice laugh, good sense of humor. I am resisting all of my previous impulses. (1) because when I follow said impulses, often I scare women away. Damndest thing. (2) because I am deathly afraid of the friends speech. God. Fear sucks. Why am I so afraid? Why does it shake me to my fuhucking core like it does?
Fuck. She's probably seeing someone else already.
I wish there was an easy way for me to just kinda go, HEY. YOU. YOU. ARE. CUTE. I. WANT. TO. TAKE. YOU. OUT. SOMETIME. NOT. AS. BUDDIES.
But there's not. And so I will have to at some point put my busted ass feelings on the line.
I think I'm going to protect this entry somehow.
The world doesn't need to know this.
She doesn't need to know this.
Maybe she won't read this. But I'm not taking this chance.
*growls*
Y'ever wonder if you missed some step in your development that everyone else did have? I feel sometimes like I never got past the age of 12 with women. Crap. Crappity crap
I'm going to take my sweet self and go to bed soon.
I want to be alone.
Got to hang out with
I've met a someone who I really like. Finally got to talk to her too. We'd met before, but a variety of communications snafus have prevented us from talking. We laughed a lot, she's got a nice laugh, good sense of humor. I am resisting all of my previous impulses. (1) because when I follow said impulses, often I scare women away. Damndest thing. (2) because I am deathly afraid of the friends speech. God. Fear sucks. Why am I so afraid? Why does it shake me to my fuhucking core like it does?
Fuck. She's probably seeing someone else already.
I wish there was an easy way for me to just kinda go, HEY. YOU. YOU. ARE. CUTE. I. WANT. TO. TAKE. YOU. OUT. SOMETIME. NOT. AS. BUDDIES.
But there's not. And so I will have to at some point put my busted ass feelings on the line.
I think I'm going to protect this entry somehow.
The world doesn't need to know this.
She doesn't need to know this.
Maybe she won't read this. But I'm not taking this chance.
*growls*
Y'ever wonder if you missed some step in your development that everyone else did have? I feel sometimes like I never got past the age of 12 with women. Crap. Crappity crap
I'm going to take my sweet self and go to bed soon.
I want to be alone.
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