So maybe you loved me, but now maybe you don't

[silverfae9]

This probably goes without saying, but I still really (heart) the Dandy Warhols. I'm going to marry that man's voice.

My boss is a freak. Today she had a whole bunch of people gather around so that she could tell them all that she thinks I have "sexy bedroom eyes." I told her that if she likes them so much, she should be paying me every time I look at her.

Sometimes in my random encounters, people don't stop to talk to me. They just yell things from across the street: "hey lady, I bet they can see that skirt from outer space! them's some lucky astronauts!" (I was wearing the bright orange/red/pink one, the 'loincloth of champions' according to eric.) But the outer space thing is -my- line.

Some Like It Hot is playing this weekend...I should go see it. Hay-den, have you seen Lost in Translation yet? I should see that too.

Added to my planned weekend of Gene Kelly and tea is a plan for...scones. If all goes according to plan, that will happen -this- weekend.

Fuck. I'm going to go be a rodeo clown.

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[silverfae9]

As an aside, I would like to point out that this is remarkably like being about 12 years old. Back then, at slumber parties and the like, we would have fits of female bonding where we would all confess to each other which boys we liked. Then, inevitably, the next day at school, someone would always tell that boy and then you'd have to pretend to be all supercool about the whole thing.

Just when I think I've moved beyond being 12, someone proves me wrong.