To quote another journal, I am smitten.

Isn't that ridiculous? Hard-headed, practical me? Intensely unattractive me? Person-who-hasn't-had-a-date-in-seven-years me? I am riding for a fall.

He is so beautiful and smart and funny and talented and gentlemanly, and I've liked him for a bit, but we were talking last night and I found out that he has a big ego and a low self-image (which I get totally, as that's me to a T), he's clinically depressed and about to go on anti-depressants, he is just out of a terrible relationship, and he's 27 years old.

And when I found out what a totally fucked-up person he is that just brought out the maternal thing, and I was lost! He clearly needs looking after--I don't know if he knows enough to come in out of the rain.

And when we parted at the corner, I walked away reeling. I mean, I have had crushes in the last seven years, even major crushes. There was Felix, and the Cowboy, and Crush Boy, and The Engine, but I haven't felt this way since college.

And he will never ever want me. Pretty people go with pretty people. And when I told Cynthia that tonight, she said "But you said he was fucked up, so you never know!"

In addition to all that, I had a lovely day yesterday.

I slept till noon, I futzed on the computer, re-arranging my files into subdirectories again (it's not all done, though. I'll fix the rest this weekend), and the show went swimmingly. It's over now, though, so if anyone was thinking of coming, too bad!

Melody suggested that I put a picture of myself in costume here on my site. Fortunately, I don't have one, as it would scare away my readers.

I got to work at 9a Monday and practically gave everyone a heart attack.
I had to leave at 6 to get to the theatre at 6.30 for a 7p show, so it had to be, but it as so funny to see Diane's eyes widen as she looked at the clock and choked on her coffee.

I went into Diesel the other day when I was looking for costume pieces, and I never felt so cool in my entire life.

Why? Well, I'll tell ya. Because every single piece of clothing in the joint was exactly but exactly like the clothes that my friends and I were getting from Andy's Chee-Pees and Salvation Army ten years ago! The only difference was that we were paying five bucks for a shirt and the Diesel shirts were $90 each!

Suckers...Way late on this trend suckers...

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