So, RB is out.  Without going into too much detail, because A) I just really dont care and B) Its a waste of my time, he is completely unstable.  Oy.  What a weirdo.  On the upside, I had some major lovin' from CC last night.  He left me with a kiss, exhausted in my bed sometime around three this morning. 

Last night RB took me here for this. Six fights, beers, and a whole lotta yelling. Afterward we went here for heartburn pills - too much beer for RB - and then here for some fat and Pepsi. There goes my no fast food streak. We went back to his house and watched the oh so disappointing Fast and the Furious : Tokyo Drift. Even the promise that Vin Diesel had a small part wasnt enough to keep me interested - til the very end of the fucking movie!, and I ended up falling asleep on his couch sometime around 1:30am. I woke up shortly after 3am and let myself out of his apartment since RB was snoring so loudly, a nuclear blast couldnt have woke him. For the most part, a fun night, but for some reason, still no kissing, cuddling or so much as a hug. He says he's easily scared off. But he's still got a pecker right?

What does it mean when I make plans with CC and the second RB calls, I ditch CC even though I know RB is going to be a complete girl all night? Whiny, moody, irritable. I hate this shit... Are there any normal guys left?

Well, I guess I can take comfort in this.

Ok, so I still haven't decided what to do about boys. Both of them play me hot and cold. I am sick to death of head games and shit. If you like me, like me. If you want my ass, just make it clear. I aint saying I wont give it to you, coz if you're CC or RB I probably would. I mean hey, you're both hot and well, I just sorta roll that way. But if you're into getting me all fucked up in the head and confusing the living fuck out of me - congratulations you've both done swimmingly well with it - then move the fuck on, bitches. Honestly.

Ahh..I feel much better, so lets move on.. So this past weekend I went up to P.C. for all the Sundance hooplah. I spotted a couple celebs, namely Samuel L. Jackson and Shiny Toy Guns at their free show the other night, and for a small little town in freakass Utah, we do aight. Plus, and I am sure PWT will be happy to learn this, I broke through the 200lb. mark this morning so I am super stoked about that.

And excuse me, but when the hell did Justin Timberlake get so fucking sexy? I mean, hell, I did find myself screaming like a little girl at several N'sync concerts back in the day, and the whole SexyBack thing was kinda a given, but daaaaamn. That boy makes me think really, really naughty things. Alpha Dog? Helllloooo. And Fall Out Boy? Come on people. HOT-FUCKING-NESS.

Also caught The Hitcher this week. When did it become ok for a serial killer hitchhiker to be hot as hell? I dunno, but something about that guy...t-a-s-t-e-y! (So Fergilicious, bitches!) And normally I am not into the whole girl on girl thing, it kinda sicks me out, actually, but the girl in that movie is SUPER HOT.

Wow. Why do I feel like this post was about nothing but sex?

The Saga Continues

Last time we met our paranoid blogger, Just Another Girl, she was thinking about relationships.  Why she wasnt in one, why she felt she needed one and so on and so forth.  What was in the guys head? she wanted to know.  Well, as it turns out, what was in his head was what was in her head.  Confused?  Me too.  Let's dissect this bitch a little shall we, and see if we cant make the water in this situation a little more murky.  Ready?

 

Wednesday night - the night after she made plans with Captain Construction to hang out Friday night, just two short nights away, mind you - our beloved makes plans to hang out with Rocker Boy - taking another stab at the wonderful world of online dating - and yes, by the way, that is a hint of sarcasm you hear in this voice.  Rocker Boy is a lot of things.  Hot.  Tall.  Sweet.  Funny.  Hot.  Stable.  Hot.  Did I cover hot?  So Thursday, over she goes to his apartment where they watch two movies and do a litle cuddling on his couch.  Shortly after midnight and movie number two, he walks her to her car and gives her a little wink, saying how he hopes to see her again.  Thinking he is a nice enough guy and ahem - hot - she is a little stoked when he messages her to make sure she got home safely.  Responding back and smiling - because the boy cared enough to make sure she was safe - she shuts off her phone and drifts off to sleep.

 

Fast forward to the next morning.  Upon turning on her phone there are two messages from Rocker Boy.  He wants to see her again.  Get to know her better.  He wants to hang out tonight.  But, if you are following this closely - as I am sure you are because this is riveting shit, yo - today is Friday, the very same night she is supposed to go to the movie with Captain Construction.  Taking care to make Rocker Boy realize she is dating other people, she tells him that she has plans that night but that they can get together the next day.

 

Because both have worked all day, she and CC decide to stay in and watch movies instead of going out into the cold.  He makes her a yummy dinner or ribs, stuffing and potatoes and they eat and watch tv.  He tells her about his day and they laugh over dinner.  Still, something is off.  There is something between them that cant be named.  Clearly, both like the other and clearly there are feelings there as well.  There is an air of anticipation that can only be relieved by one thing.  Admitting that both are interested in the other enough to let down barriers and walls that are too terrifying to think about.  So they just watch tv.  Both want to say it, neither dares to.

 

Thursday: Movies and friends with Rocker Boy.  Cuddling.  Monday Rocker Boy.  Making out.  He's into her.  She is "amazing".  He could " fall for her".  Tuesday.  More Rocker Bou.  More making out.  Wednesday.  Movies with Rocker Boy.  Meets mom and grandma.  Sex follows family time.

 

Skip to today: Rocker Boy is "worried things are moving too quickly."  Give each other a chance to miss each other.

 

Just Another Girl = Confused and Used.

 

Fuck. 

 

   

Texting in '07

I deleted all the stored messages previous to midnight on Jan 1, 2007, so these are all relatively recent. Most of you guys drunk dial? I drunk text, and get some interesting ones in response (please note, any of the midly to very pervy ones were not sent by anyone I'm actually involved in a pervy way with):

"Happy new year! I am sober again! WTF?"
"Luv you sweet tits."
"It was very spiritual. What do I win?"
"Where to? I'm sick and still in my underwear."
"I signed the contract. Wippy."
"I dreamt that you sucked my big toe."
"Fuck yeah!"
"Yep—it-vpn. Look for a pdf."
"Who is this?"

I am going to make more of an effort to post, even if it means stapling my fingers to the keyboard.  Not that anyone actually reads this shit.

Paranoia Much?

Remember when I said I rush into relationships?  Yeah, well, I take it back.  I run, full-force, balls to the wall, into relationships.  So, in the previous post I let you guys in on some pretty juicy info.  Well, ok, juicy in the scheme of my life anyway.  So, after I wrote that post, things with Captain Construction - thats what I am calling the boy for now, simply because everyone on their blog has a clever name for the people they are dating - took a weird turn.  Saturday night we ended up falling asleep on the couch watching CSI at his place.  After that it was well past my bedtime and I ended up staying the night.  Being the huge freak I am about sleeping in another person's bed - even if they are hot and they've been in my pants - I was seriously hesitant.  I just like my own bed, ya see?  So anyhow, things went the way that they normally do when two willing, able - and sexually starved person's of the opposite sex are within six inches of each other, in a bed.  With the lights off.  It was amazing, and I have to say, very nice.  The next day we layed around in bed, watching football - something I never do, but enjoyed because he did - I swear!  Later that day we dined on Taco de Bell and he took me home around 3pm.

 

Fast forward three and a half hours.  I get this text:

 

I think we should hold off on the sex for a while.  I really dont want you to get hurt.  Lets date, have fun and see where this goes, cool?

 

WTF?

 

For two days - after I agree to this arrangement, seeing as how I never intended to sleep with him in the first place - I am freaking out, worried that he isnt going to call me  Fatal attraction, right?  I get all weepy and mopey.  Seriously weird.  The thing is, most guys just use me for what I can give them and nothing more.  So basically, I am stumped over the whole, "I like you but I dont want to sleep with you"  thing.  I am completely lame.  Then, last night he calls.  Just to talk.  I tell him of some car problems I am having, he comes over to fix my car and I make dinner.  I offer him some, he and I eat together and voila! he is beside me on the couch, watching American Idol - a show he previously made known that he detests.  He kisses me goodnight on the driveway and asks me if I want to go to the movie Friday night.

 

...Man, I am such a freak! 

So, I haven't posted on here in like, over a month. I know, I am completely useless. Let's see. Tons of shit has been going on as of late, and by that I do mean tons. Christmas came and went. New Years too. Both were a blast, got to see folks I haven't seen in forevah. Good times and tequila. Perfect combo. Me likey. Ended up having a shit load of pictures of random male asses on my camera New Years Eve, and although I didn't get engaged, I am dating someone. Well, at least I think I am?

See, I tend to rush into relationships. I dunno why. Maybe its because I had an absentee father? Maybe I am just weird. Mostly I think that is a bunch of psychoanalytic bullshit, but whatevs, right? Anyway, whatever the reason, it happens. I rush things. See, I like comfort. I like routine. I like knowing someone is or isn't going to be there for me if things get rocky or fucked up. I crave that. So, I've been seeing this guy for like two point two seconds, we've actually been friends since like July and well, to be honest, I really didn't think there was anything there. Now however, I am starting to feel a tad differently. So much so that we ended up having sex. And it was good. Really good. But now, its like. Okay. What are we? Are we together? Are we friends with benefits? So basically, I am stumped.

So yeah, this is pretty much what occupies my thoughts. Fun times, eh?