I’m up. Cafe au lait by the bucketload. Trying to work on this project, and it just. won’t. budge. It’s frustrating because I wanted to have it pretty much complete yesterday. I’m sorta there. My ideas are formulated. I’m just not anywhere near finished yet.
I’m going to be meeting with 5 execs next week, and I looked them up on linkedin and other googly sources. Very impressive group, and that makes me nervous. But what the hell. I’ve presented to these types of groups for years now. I hope I don’t turn this into something much more stressful than it should be (although I obviously already have).
I’m playing around on facebook and here. Plus I’m googling things and getting all sidetracked. And then there’s a nagging thought that someone is reading me… my fault for leaving it all out there, but it blows my mind. I don’t think there’s any way that someone who knows me could just stumble upon this diary out of the blue. Oh well, read at your own risk, I guess. This is certainly not a private diary!
So what juice can I spill now?
I forgot to mention that Psycho Scott (of RAD fame a few entries back) called me back the other day and asked me out. I told him I was going to be busy for a while. Not sure how I feel about him now. My gut tells me it’s a no-go. I forgot what percentage I was thinking regarding seeing him again, but I think I’ll let it stand at about 5%.
And K. finally asked me out, but not on a date. He asked me to come over tonight for dinner and…??? I added the “???” so we’ll see. But my body is going to dictate the “???” anyway because I woke this morning with my lovely lady daze. I suppose that explains the crying jags of late. And I guess the horniness. And the falling asleep in the chair. I guess I could blame everything on that!
Whoops. I gotta go get ready for gym class.
* Oh yeah, a couple more things: Super T. (guy I dated who is married now) keeps sending me pornographic stories via email that are written about him and me. They are actually kind of stimulating in a weird way, though it feels “cheaty” to me. He remembers everything about me. And I do mean everything. I’ve told him to get over it, and yet I haven’t told him to stop. What’s wrong with me?
And switching gears, I went to the Nordstrom Anniversary sale yesterday. New dress for interview and simple black platform pumps. I’m ready for business! I’ll post pix if I can find them.
Now. Rollin’!
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