2004-11-15 - 12:24 a.m.
Dude, so I had this mad realization on Friday, after hitting up the HyVee Floral counter twice for Kate because she wasn't satisfied with the first bouquet that I purchased for her to present, with much pomp and circumstance, to one of her former dancers whose coattails she is so painfully trying to cling to. Mad props to Kari at HFC for being a total peach and making the biggest, fattest, pinkest piece of botanical shit I've ever seen in all my days. I got back to the studio just in time to Febreze a pair of Kate's knee-highs (boots, not stockings, thank you) cuz her cat hates her too and decided to take a fucking duke (dook? deuk?) right inside one of them and they reeked of cat feces. Now, I cried a little, went home, self-medicated, gave myself a pep-talk, remembered my college degree, remembered all the loan money I'd taken out, and, ultimately, thought that I might quit my job. I haven't yet. We'll see what happens.
I forgot, forgot, for-fucking-got about how much I like to like a boy. Also, there's this dude that goes door-to-door in college towns hawking mini-promotions for Firestone. His name is Will. We met him yesterday. And, in the grand tradition of inviting in the delivery boy, we made him hang out with us last night. He's not the boy I like, but he's pretty, and, in what I think was the for-every-nasty-thing-there-is-a-nice bullshit, he told me I was cool a couple of hours ago, and I think that's nice.
