Wow, I haven't posted here in...a long time. It's just that all my friends use LJ, so that's where all the action is. It's like I'm writing to myself here. And if you are thinking about posting an ad for something in my comments section, I'll kick your ass.
So, next week is the Boston Zine Fair, which should be fun. Some people that I absolutely cannot stand will be there, so I'm looking forward to giving them the "bitch, i'll kick your ass even though I'm a cripple!" look. You know, like dagger eyes. It never fails to put fear in my closest enemies.
I will also see some FRIENDS, like Joe, maybe Taryn, and those girls whose names I don't know but who were totally facinated with my pink skull barrettes. I really thought they were going to rip them from my hair. I don't wear them that much, so maybe I'll donate my barrettes to them. Anyway, this weekend my papa and mama are going to help me organize my zines for the table. I bought these neon price stickers so people can stop asking "how much is this?" It was actually funny, because one time this hippie dude purchased about 20 zines. And me, being the MATH GENIUS that I am, sat there for about ten minutes trying to figure out how much he owed me. I ended up asking my dad. Okay, maybe not a funny story, but I thought it was at the time.
Okay. Dilema #8927991 of my life: There is this boy. Well, man I should say. And I really like him x infinity. Which is fine, you know, this happens to me all the time. But THIS time is special because he is ACTUALLY SINGLE!!!!! I always fall for men who are engaged or something equally as rediculous. I don't even know why I bother thinking about them if they are hitched, you know? But I usually think about stupid things anyway. SO, here is the actual dilema. Do I tell him I like him even though I don't know if he likes me back? What if he says "Oh, HELL NO."....then what? I would have such a hard time talking to him after that, only because it would be so awkward. And if I don't tell him, and then he finds someone else in the meantime...THEN WHAT? Also, the fact that I'm suffering from major hormonal imbalance and hot flashing every ten seconds is *not* helping with my emotions. *head to desk*
WHEW.
So, next week is the Boston Zine Fair, which should be fun. Some people that I absolutely cannot stand will be there, so I'm looking forward to giving them the "bitch, i'll kick your ass even though I'm a cripple!" look. You know, like dagger eyes. It never fails to put fear in my closest enemies.
I will also see some FRIENDS, like Joe, maybe Taryn, and those girls whose names I don't know but who were totally facinated with my pink skull barrettes. I really thought they were going to rip them from my hair. I don't wear them that much, so maybe I'll donate my barrettes to them. Anyway, this weekend my papa and mama are going to help me organize my zines for the table. I bought these neon price stickers so people can stop asking "how much is this?" It was actually funny, because one time this hippie dude purchased about 20 zines. And me, being the MATH GENIUS that I am, sat there for about ten minutes trying to figure out how much he owed me. I ended up asking my dad. Okay, maybe not a funny story, but I thought it was at the time.
Okay. Dilema #8927991 of my life: There is this boy. Well, man I should say. And I really like him x infinity. Which is fine, you know, this happens to me all the time. But THIS time is special because he is ACTUALLY SINGLE!!!!! I always fall for men who are engaged or something equally as rediculous. I don't even know why I bother thinking about them if they are hitched, you know? But I usually think about stupid things anyway. SO, here is the actual dilema. Do I tell him I like him even though I don't know if he likes me back? What if he says "Oh, HELL NO."....then what? I would have such a hard time talking to him after that, only because it would be so awkward. And if I don't tell him, and then he finds someone else in the meantime...THEN WHAT? Also, the fact that I'm suffering from major hormonal imbalance and hot flashing every ten seconds is *not* helping with my emotions. *head to desk*
WHEW.
posted by Erin H at Thursday, March 09, 2006
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