ugh.
i’m feeling like crapX0r at the moment.. it’s like i can’t wake up.. even though its 4pm, and i’ve been up since 10.. my thighs are killing me. and so is my neck. i blame Ben for all this. (hush, perverts.. i was dancing in heels, and he was tall…)
though… this blargh that i’m feeling can’t be a two-day hangover.. i wasn’t THAT drunk.
honestly, i wasn’t.
i may have been drunk enough to tell Archie about that dream, but..uh… i’ve kinda wanted to tell him about that dream for years. and, despite the fact that he’s been bugging me about it ever since, i’m glad i did tell him.. a load off my mind, and what..
lazy lazy day…. we were supposed to have a bunch of nerds over to play D&D (i did say nerds..), but one has a stomach bug, another started playing on his new T3 connection (I’m so jealous…) and probably won’t leave the house for days.. i don’t know about the others.. tomorrow, i have a line up of meetings, and princess has a shoot for for his next film..
fear.
the other day, they were ‘arranging the set’……..which consisted of 4 guys plastering porn pics all over the walls……
tell me, why am i living here..?
actually, its rather funny… for the first shot, the camera pans down Peter’s body, up over the walls, the ceiling (passing over all the porn pics), then back to Peter….and the alarm goes off… Peter opens his eyes, looks up and says:
“morning girls…”
i’m glad i won’t be here for that…
this ‘blargh’ is invading me. it’s making me think, and i’m trying to fight it… my mind keeps wandering back to J…. i just keep thinking “what. the. fuck?” i think i know what’s happened. the situation got too hard to handle, and instead of sorting it out.. he decided to slink out the back door. no goodbye, no apology, no ‘thanks, it was fun’. just gone.
i love men. honestly, i do.
i must do.. either that, or i love getting burnt…
which makes a lot of sense.. that’d be why i can’t stop thinking about Archie, and J, and A, and M’s latest adventures, and Ben, and.. and.. ahem
oooh, is that fire??