Log in

No account? Create an account

back thattaway | next thisaway

withering where some snowman was...

It snowed today for the first time this season & I got so excited I could barely sit still. In case you haven't figured it out, I'm basically just a rambunctious, precocious & occasionally petulant little girl trapped in the life of a 26 year old. I love the way it smells when it snows, it's the cleanest most wonderful smell (with hot dryer sheets running a close second). I love how I still half expect to get an "early dismissal" from work & how I'm online every 5 seconds trying to determine where the snow is headed & how it's going to last... I love how it's so much easier for me to get up at the ass crack of dawn when it's snowing because part of me is still waiting, almost psychotically, for the radio, tv or phone to bless me with a snowday. And I love how the instant I'm sent/kept home because of the treacherous weather I suddenly have the most ridiculous urge to be out & about in it. One of the best days I've ever spent was New Year's Eve day walking around a nearly deserted Bronx Zoo in the snow. It RULED. The Polar bears were stoked.

Anyhow, I just thought the snow deserved a little diatribe.

Moving on: The much-neglected category of BOYS I LIKE. A category I'm thinking of re-naming "schmucks I crushed on until they bored me to tears". Yeah. well, let's get on with it shall we?

Boy A - I haven't called his skanky ass since the unfortunate Strawberry Shortcake incident. My internal skeeve radar put him out of contention & he either realized he was an utter skeeve to me & slinked off quietly, or developed telepathic abilities which assured him that he waddn't gonna tap this ass again. btw - I still haven't paid *either* of the parking tickets I got from staying at his place. There going to be 80 million dollars & seeing as I can't afford that, one of these nights the Marshalls are gonna slip away with my bug :( I HATE him.

Boy D - (yeah, I'm skipping around) Apparently he took off to Europe for a spell. I don't care. I'm done with him too for the moment... too many models, too many socialites who think that slumming with the indie crowd is a gas. He's actually strangled my will to fuck him. It's a little sad really, back when we were having the crazy heated arguments I would have rocked his proverbial world. His loss. At this point, I'd much rather make out with his sister (who is finally learning my name, gold stars for her) Next?

Boy 5 - Never really earned alphanumeric recognition... he was a flash in the pan. Besides, when I look at him, I picture staying up all night drinking & inventing stupid movie premises until we pee ourselves laughing. There is not even a hint of sexual tension there.

Boy 2 - Surfaced in mid October for a game of phone tag during CMJ, started reading the journal again, convinced me to write an article for his forthcoming ezine, and then fell off the face of the earth again for a spell. [We absolutely can NOT get together to save our lives - very BoyD circa spring of '03] Doesn't realize that I KNOW he's all smitten with Ms. FancyThat. Too bad for him that she's a windy city girl, hope the cybersex is good... :oP Now, if I were still balls deep into crushing on him I'd crush her like the stick insect she is, but at this point it's really moot. Besides, I like her. She used to really irritate me until I discovered that she basically *IS* me, only minus 40 lbs & with a really bad haircut. Oh, and she is a little indier-than-thou (which makes her MUCH indier-than-me), and whines a bit too much... but bygones, my point was that sometimes boys are just GAY. ;)