I’m staring at a blank page. Not sure really where to start this NOJOMO. I guess I’ll just type whatever comes out.
Remember yesterday, I said I needed to run out at lunchtime to gather the last parts of my costume? I already had this great catsuit I’d bought a few weeks ago in preparation for being a boring and predictable black cat. So I was just going to run into the costume store to pick up some ears, a tail, and maybe some whiskers or whatnot. Easy, right?
Wellllllllll….no cat accessories. None. And they were very well stocked for the day of Halloween. I ended up finding these super cool black wings/halo combo pack and turned my whole thought process into becoming a dark angel of some sort. The wings looked like this (and I had the gloves, boots, etc..
Much better than a cat. I think. Whatever. I just didn’t have it in me to be someone current or political or whatnot. So, dark angel it was.
Of course the store was packed. No brainer. But when I finally got to the front of the checkout line, the computers broke down! I was laughing and joking around with the guy standing in front of me, and we ended up having a semi-dirty conversation about sexy costumes. It was funny, but kind of embarrassing and I felt all blushy and weird. As he was leaving he asked for my card! And I gave it to him.
And then I immediately felt guilty because he’d mentioned a girlfriend, but eh. This stuff hurts my brain anyway.
Sure enough when I got back to the office, he’d sent me an email. I googled him. He owns several software companies. Very successful. I think he’s an asshole for emailing when he has a girlfriend, but I guess I’m an asshole for giving him my card. I emailed back.
Anybody know that song by Built to Spill: “I know I belong, I’m sick and I’m wrong, what does that make you?”
Anyway.
I was a dark angel last night. It was cool. I saw my girls and their guys. We got a cab and went to a party that was far, far away. I posed for pix, I saw Crazy Tony and Maria, TMG showed up, saw Ally, blah blah blah. We laughed and I smiled and my friends told me they’d never seen me look better.
After all was said and done, I drove my ass home and fell asleep with all my makeup on (except I did manage to rip my long, false eyelashes off first).
I now wallow in bed. I take up the whole thing. There’s no room for anyone else. It makes me more sad than ever.
This is stupid. I’m going running. Thank God for OD. How’s that for entry #1?
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