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[18 Jun 2005|07:55pm]
[ mood | bored ]

I've spent the day in my pajamas underwear birthday suit doing little errands reading nothing.
I wish El Monte were more entertaining.
And that my kitchen wasn't so far away.
The end.

I Didn't Write Any Of This. [17 Jun 2005|09:59pm]
...I'm just a fool learning loving someone doesn't make them love you...
...Please ignore the next few lines 'cuase they're directed at you
I can't always be waiting, waiting on you...
...I've had enough mystery
Keep building me up, then shooting me down
Well, I'm already down
Just wait a minute
Just sitting, waiting...
Well, if I was in your position
I'd put down all my ammunition
I'd wonder why it'd taken me so long
But Lord knows that I'm not you...
...Waiting on love ain't so easy to do...

...Here in town you can tell she's been down for a while
But, my G-d, it's so beautiful when the girl smiles
Wanna hold her, maybe I'll just sing about it...

Maybe I'll be the one to grow old with you
But I can't always be waiting, waiting on you
I can't always be playing, playing your fool.

[14 Jun 2005|06:10pm]
Intersting how everytime I have relationship drama, my posts get cryptic, vague, and very brief. They always center on the task at hand.
This weekend was FANTASTIC. I went out every night, and with the exception of an hour, didn't set foot in a club or bar. Friday night, I had sushi with Cerebrophile GrrL, then headed up the street to see Emotionally Unavailable Musician Chick's show with Athletic Trainer Dyke. We sat in the very front show, and even though I caught her eye a few times, Emotionally Unavailable Musician Chick didn't recognize me (it HAS been three years, and my hair's no longer 1 1/2" long and bright orange. I also don't have a bunch of piercings in my face), but she was happy to see me when I jogged her memory after the show. I think I made a fan out of Athletic Trainer Dyke in the process, though.
Saturday, I went to the downtown public library, which is BEAUTIFUL, and buried myself in psychoanalytical and self-help books to get my shit together. I've never tried them. We'll see if they bring on emotional enlightenment. If not, well... I haven't gotten that far yet. Afterwards, I had dinner with Athletic Trainer Dyke, then we headed to Cali Butch Dyke's (Cali Trans Boy's twin sister) daughter's school play. It was adorable. And exhausting. I crashed at Athletic Trainer Dyke's house, and Sunday I headed off early to the Rose Bowl for the flea market. I didn't find a 3 foot ceramic tiger statue like I was hoping to, but I did find a metal "Women in Prison" pulp comic sign, a beautiful new orchid plant, and a yummy cookbook.
It was a fulfilling weekend. I've spent most of this week registering my car, and trying to convince Cerebrophile GrrL that we should have a pizza party, as I have all the fixings. Due to her busy schedule this week, however, she doesn't have time for me, so I might just try to convince Tall Motorcycle Babe that we should do a pizza party at her place, since she has a pizza stone or two, and I owe her a birthday dinner.
PS-I have a new phone number. Call me. Unless I don't like you. Then, well...don't call me.

[14 Jun 2005|12:44am]
[ mood | drained ]

Some days I feel like my heart's lodged in my chest.
It must be because it was stuck to the bottom of my shoe when I shoved that down my throat.
Get a Grip, Girl. Get a muthafuckin' grip.

It's Goodbye Time? [11 Jun 2005|01:23am]
"My feet shuffle on the February ground
I talk to strangers in bars and wish it were you
It brings me down."

Pisces Woman, June 2005:
You may be shocking people with your new found assertiveness. What's got into you? I think you like it and you may be willing to use it the wrong way for revenege. People take advantage of your good nature adn the planets have lined up to help you with wrath.

Libra Woman, June 2005:
You are the most stubborn of the bunch. You have the need to get everything done and done right now! Oh-and done Your Way. Watch your words, they may get you into trouble.

To My Bullseye, Part Deux. [09 Jun 2005|08:28pm]
I know a girl
She puts the color inside of my world
But she's just like a maze
Where all of the walls continually change
And I've done all I can
To stand on her steps with my heart in my hands
Now I'm starting to see
Maybe it's got nothing to do with me

If your freedom means more than what you're leaving, it's goodbye time. [07 Jun 2005|09:55am]
I've never listened to a morning radio show and have it actually have an impact on my life.
Today, they were talking about relationship flaws. One of the radio show women was talking about how she usually feels like she has a hard time trusting people, and so when she's in a relationship, and feels like she's getting too close, she'll sabatoge the relationship. Sort of a "You're going to hurt me, so I'm going to destroy this before that happens" kind of defense mechanism.
I totally relate to that. In fact, I did it a week and a half ago. I've always realized I've had a pattern in relationships, but that made me realize why I do what I do. I've come to a lot of realizations this week. I'm headed to the huge library in downtown LA this weekend to do some serious research on this, and how to fix it.
Another thing she said that kind of hit home is that you repeat your pattern, and you may realize it, and kinda think about changing it, but you probably won't take action until you do it to someone, and then realize they're worth it. I usually let things go. So why am I going to the library this weekend? Because she's worth it. But what do you do when you realize she's worth it, and she realizes you're probably not?
Whatever. I'm going to do this for me this time. So that I can have a healthy relationship down the line. I'd love for it to be her. I'd love to have her care and support along the way. And I'd love to help motivate her in her own life changes. But I don't see her allowing that anytime soon.

[26 May 2005|11:43pm]
[ mood | content ]

What can you say at a time like this? When every thing's tenative, and any little breath can tip the scales toward one direction or the other, but you're not sure which until the end result has come? I've been balancing on these scales for some time now, so I've turned quite purple due to oxygen deprivation. Worry not, I'm still here, still keeping up, and the face of the earth looks lovely from down below, thanks.
A lot of things have failed in my life recently, and many things have prospered. Still more have just begun. My emotions are a swirled into a mass of confusion, so that I can't even sort out my thoughts to post them here. This weekend will be spend sequestered with cleaning supples, a to-do list, and a busy mind. The past, the present, and the future have all thrust themselves on me at once, and I need to sort out what belongs where, and clearly define the overlap. Cobwebs be gone, there's still time for spring cleaning, both literally and figuratively.
There are people in my life I am grateful for. There are people in my life I wish I saw more of. And there are people in my life that I'm worried about. Perhaps those deliniations may not be clear to those to whom they are intended, but they are felt, and if you even have a ghost of a thought that you are one, you are.
I have a keening for art and politics, and life has once again put them on hold. I will conquer the beast, and appease my raging Piscean spirit, who has been as neglected as the dying orchid on my desk.
And that is my life.

[02 May 2005|02:38pm]
My life has been full of unexpected changes recently, and I've been torn between feeling like everything is right on track, and feeling like everything is just slipping out of my grasp.

My living situation has abruptly changed. The lease was held solely in my roommate's name, and we live in a neighborhood that's very run down, but right next door to a very desirable neighborhood. My roommate has had numerous problems with the management company, and problems with people being very loud into the wee hours of the night right below her window, in the courtyard. A week prior to last Friday, she informed me that she had decided to give up the apartment, and I had three weeks to find a place. I was a bit stunned, to say the least. I was given no advanced warning, and wasn't even aware that she was looking for a place. Luckily for me, I found a beautiful four bedroom house in a gated community just 8 miles from my job.

However, therein lies change number two. I have not been notified of a definite end date to my contract, but I am a contract employee. The woman I'm covering for returns this coming Monday, just one week from today. I have found out from a reliable source that the boss likes me, and would like me to stick around, but ultimately, if the big boss doesn't open up another position in this department, she has no say.
Therefore, I got myself a job interview as a billing supervisor at a rehab center in South Pasadena, which is perhaps 15 miles from my new home. They absolutely adored me, and I have a second interview on Thursday. I'm more than a little stressed, as this time I'll be meeting with the owner, the district billing manager, and the administrator.
All of the related stress has caused me to be more critical of my life, and become a bit insecure. Instability always has me second guessing my life, and this time my relationship has falled prey to this. I know that she cares for me, and I know we're wonderful for each other, and I could never ask for more in a partner, except for perhaps more alone time. But my stress and current instability keep me questioning her motives and goals in the situation, which has lead us to plenty of unwarrented arguments. I feel especially guilty about this, since she's feeling a little stagnant at the moment, putting her at the polar opposite of my plight, but still under equal stress. I hope that a couple days of downtime will right us both, and we'll be golden by the weekend, because man, I adore that girl like woah.

Be a Part of Art! [18 Apr 2005|11:52am]
I'm creating three zines which are very audience participation. If you'd like to participate in any of these three projects, please comment, or email me at lesbianthespian@gmail.com. Feel free to pass this along to your friends.

1. I'm recruiting typically feminine women. You don't have to wear dresses all the time or have long hair, but women that have never been mistaken for anything but women. For this project, I'll be asking these women to dress as men (as close to passing for a man as possible) for one day. Then, I will ask that they create something that is representative of their experience. I can be a photograph, a story, a poem, a painting; anything that they feel captures their experience.

2. I am collecting anonymous secret letters. These are the letters you write to your ex that you'll never send, telling them how wonderful/awful/crazy/beautiful they are. The letters you write to your mom telling her how much you love her/hate her/hate it when she buys you ugly sweaters. The letters you write to the waitress at the diner/girl on the bus/boy in your class. The letters you write to the President, to your garbage man, to yourself. Letters that you can't send/won't send/don't know where to send. I will not print any names, and you can send them to me anonymously. They can be sad, angry, trite, funny, or a little of all.

3. I will be sending out envelopes containing approximately 15 words of Magnetic Poetry. Using only these words, you will create a poem, which you will write on a piece of paper. You will put this paper in a separate envelope, and include it in the package, which you will then send on to someone else of your choosing. That person will then, without looking at the paper in your envelope, create their own poem from the same words. Then, they can remove your paper from the envelope, and add theirs to it, sending it on to the next person, etc. When it reaches 5 or 6 people, they will then send it back to me.

[15 Apr 2005|10:25pm]
This is how I picture my life:

Morning. I wake up at 6:30. I have to be to the office by 8, but it's only a 15 minute drive. My girlfriend doesn't have to be to the office until 9. She has another hour to sleep. I iron my clothes, make breakfast. I eat while I'm making hers. I wake her, and she eats while I get in the shower. When I'm through, it's her turn. She showers as I do my hair and makeup; we talk over the water. We dress, and I kiss her goodbye. She'd made me lunch the night before, and reminds me not to forget it as I walk out the door. She's taking left-overs from last night's dinner.
My eight hours is vigorous, but fulfilling. When I drive home, I'm tired, but feel good about what I've accomplished. I come home to find the breakfast dishes done, and a few flowers from our garden waiting in a vase. I smile as I make dinner, sampling as I go, bopping around to the radio. She walks in the door just as I'm finishing up, says, "Something smells delicious." Kisses me hello. Not just a peck, a lingering, "Damn, it's good to see you" kiss. Asks how my day was. We talk about work as we sit down to eat, relax. Tonight, our favorite tv show is on, so we sit and watch that. Some nights we go out to dance. Some nights we have a few drinks with friends. Some nights we walk around the park, get some exercise, enjoy the night air. I point out the stars. Tell her about the observatory when I was a kid and my father and I used to go every weekend. She listens as if it was the first time she'd heard it. She tells me about her family's outings when she was a kid.
The show's over. It's 9:00. I draw a bath, set out my clothes. We relax in the warm water, fragrant with oils. When we get out, we're pruney and giddy. I give her a massage. Her hands, as she's had some problems with carpal tunnel. Paperwork makes her fingers sore. Then her neck, and back, where she carries her tension. Her feet, which are sore from work. Of course, all this massage gets her hormones going. We make love, then fall asleep, tangled up in sheets and each other. Until the next morning, at 6:30.

I read my journal entries from my first month of having this journal. I talked about politics, about feminism. About life. I talked about more than women and clubbing. Where did my passion go? Where did my emotion go? Where did my convictions go? The number of times I went to an art museum in the nearly two years I lived in Massachusetts more than triples the number of times I've been to art museums the 18 years I've lived in California. I haven't been to an independant film or a local musician's show in over a year. I haven't participated in any protests, written any letters, joined in any visibility actions in over a year. Even cooking has been infrequent and simply because I need to eat. I need my inspiration back. My inspiration for life. Cerebrophile Girl, she inspires me, but we get so distraced by other things. We always end up in a dark club with a beer and a martini. Soon, we'll be taking steps back toward a healthy balance. I can feel it. I want to live a rich life again.

Regardless, I've had some amusing club experiences lately that I'd like to share when I'm feeling more motivated. Soon, I promise.

[28 Mar 2005|01:39pm]
[ mood | frustrated ]

Considering the day I've had so far, including a forboding note from my boss, and splitting with Cerebrophile Girl, I was completely unprepared for an email from Chicago.
And also, I was so excited about the chocolate covered peanut butter egg I just swiped from a coworker, until I unwrapped it. It was WHITE chocolate. Puke. Can this day get any worse?

I've still got a lot of leaving left to do. [23 Mar 2005|03:27pm]
My plate is overfilled at the moment. I feel like a fat kid at a free buffet with no gag reflex and elastic waisted pants. This could be due in major part to my impending period, which makes me insatiably frisky.
Monday evening, I went on a date with The Bisexual History Major. Did I mention she's a virgin? She wasn't as attractive as her pictures, but finding out she was a virgin was the clencher for me. She was also very nervous, which makes me feel like a lioness ready to pounce. I get that gleam in my eye, and I want to devour them. I curbed my femme fatale tendencies, however, limiting them to a light back massage, and rubbing her thigh. At the end of the evening, her nervousness reached its peak, and she gave me the, "I'd like to kiss you now..." glance, so I went for it. She was still flushed and a bit flustered when she arrived home.
Tonight, Hottie Crew Girl will be coming over. She has previously delighted in sending me mostly nude photos, which I've enjoyed immensely. And, given that she's all but giving me her car in a month and a half, and I completely forgot about her birthday yesterday, I think that some loving is required in this situation. Afterwards, I will be heading to Long Beach around 11 p.m. to have drinks with Music Freak Butch, who is cute, and thin, and tall, which makes me want to hug her an excessive amount. She's also the shy, nervous sort. Oy.
Tomorrow, Cassanova Florida Girl will be arriving from Miami. She's tried everything she can to get in my pants, but she's the player type, and I can see right through her. It won't stop her from trying, and I'm willing to let her buy me dinner a few times. I think that's about where it will end, however.
That's actually where it should end with all of these women, since my heart is with Cerebrophile Girl. Please, G-d, let me survive this week with my relationship entact.

[21 Mar 2005|02:37pm]
This weekend was fantastic.
Friday, I drove down to Irvine to see Bestest, and we had dinner at El Torito Grill, where we discussed morality and were forgotten about by the waiter. I got food all over my shirt, and then we crashed early, due to her evil grad program deciding classes at the crack of dawn on Saturdays are a good idea. Let me just clarify:
Weekends + Early Hours + Grad Students = BAD IDEA
It's a proven mathematical equation.
Saturday, I drove down to visit my folks. Afterwards, I skuttled around town attempting to run all the errands I needed to before my date with Punk Rawk Asian GrrL. I failed. But I did manage to look fairly cute, and arrive only 10 minutes late.
We met in Little Tokyo for sushi at my favorite hole-in-the-wall restaurant. She was a bit surprised that I didn't smoke, didn't drink much, and was pretty intelligent. I think she'd pegged me as a ditzy party girl who was just out for a good time. Shame she's wrong.
We had some good conversation, and some good food, then went for ice cream. Sitting by the fountain, we watched the sudden influx of lesbians in the area, and laughed. A lot. She hadn't made a move this entire time, so when we reached the parking lot where her car was waiting, I went in for a kiss. She obliged. I think that perhaps I'll let her contact me, as I've been pursuing her throughout.
Sunday, I spent the day with Cerebrophile Girl. Cut for the sex.Collapse )
Tonight I have a dinner date in Long Beach with an attractive blonde history major. This week is going to be a full one. I'm exhausted.

An Open Letter To My Bull's Eye [18 Mar 2005|10:55am]
I can't say it myself. They can.

We got the afternoon
You got this room for two
One thing I've left to do
Discover me
Discovering you

One mile to every inch of
Your skin like porcelain
One pair of candy lips and
Your bubblegum tongue

And if you want love
We'll make it
Swim in a deep sea
Of blankets
Take all your big plans
And break 'em
This is bound to be a while

Your body is a wonderland
Your body is a wonder (I'll use my hands)
Your body Is a wonderland

Something 'bout the way your hair falls in your face
I love the shape you take when crawling towards the pillowcase
You tell me where to go and
Though I might leave to find it
I'll never let your head hit the bed
Without my hand behind it

You want love?
We'll make it
Swim in a deep sea
Of blankets
Take all your big plans
And break 'em
This is bound to be a while

Your body is a wonderland
Your body is a wonder (I'll use my hands)
Your body Is a wonderland

Damn baby
You frustrate me
I know you're mine all mine all mine
But you look so good it hurts sometimes

Your body is a wonderland
Your body is a wonder (I'll use my hands)
Your body Is a wonderland
Your body is a wonderland

I'll never sneak around again
Now there's no reason
I've got that kind of love
In my arms to last all seasons
And season long

Because the Lord made me hard to handle. [15 Mar 2005|12:52pm]
Posts like this are the reason you read live journal. Sex, intrigue, and drama, in full force. Which is why it's friends locked, because I already have plenty of the drama.
The aftermath of the party is astounding. I keep learning new and asenine things I did. I emailed Punk Rawk Asian GrrL to apologize for taking advantage of her, and was informed of all the reasons why she didn't enjoy that part of the evening. After assuring her that I do *not* have a racial fetish, and apologizing for making out with her in front of someone she was in a nonmonogamous situation with (they had not discussed displays of affection with other people, and I had no idea they were dating), she listed all the things she enjoyed about the encounter. Which, I must say, far outweighed the negative. Good times.
The Ex-GrrLfriend. Holy cow, I have no idea what's up with this woman. She was so great when we were together, but has gotten progressively more insane since we broke up. She text messaged ILoveYourHairOMG! Femme after reading my last post, and grilled her about our encounter at the party, the whole conversation culminating in The Ex-GrrLfriend making an extremely pushy and uncalled for statement, and ILoveYourHairOMG! Femme telling her to mind her own beeswax. When I'mTallerThanYou Futch got wind of the whole thing, she repeated the same sentiment in no uncertain terms.
Bestest and Fake Pothead Girl had a run-in as well. They didn't have a chance to meet at the party due to Bestest's early departure. However, apparently, Fake Pothead Girl contacted Bestest through a dating site, and was begging Bestest to call her. Bestest was non-plussed about the idea, because Fake Pothead Girl has no personality. When I informed Bestest who she was, she decided that calling was definitely NOT in the cards.
Sunday, I had a date with Sharp Witted Guitar Girl. Let me just preface this by stating that though her pseudonym fits on the internerd, it most definitely does not fit in person. Second, this ranks up there as my second worst date EVER. Let me pinpoint the ways:
-She walked into the fire hydrant in front of my apartment while getting into the car. She made catty comments to me about this all night.
-While driving, she noticed that I brace myself when the car is stopping, due to the accident and previous skittishness in cars. Knowing my reasoning behind this action, she still found it funny to slam on the brakes suddenly, for reactionary purposes.
-She made numerous racial stereotypes in conversation, and was offended when I called her on them.
-At the restaurant, I took my phone out of my pocket and set it on the table, so I wouldn't be uncomfortable sitting on it. She took the phone from me, and said, "No one uses their cell phone while out with me." She handed it back immediately after receiving the Look of Death.
-I have a hard time hearing in places with a lot of background noise. We were attempting to watch the L Word at a restaurant with a large handful of patrons, and open air seating at the end of the restaurant close to us. Therefore, instead of watching the big screen directly in front of us, I chose the small screen with closed captioning just to the right. She saw fit to make fun of this at every opportunity, even after I had explained why, and even made a few jabs at the people that type the closed captioning.
-She insisted on repeating the same question numberous times to me. Example: "Have you seen Rainman?" "No." "Really?" "Really." "You haven't seen Rainman?" "...No." Okay, okay, so it's a classic and I should have seen it. But I haven't. No matter how many times you ask me. Sadly, this was not the only subject she did this with.
I don't think there will be a second date.
And now to the sex. This is a bit explicit, so don't bother reading if you don't want to picture me naked. The Sex.Collapse )

[14 Mar 2005|12:48pm]
Wow. What a party. I'm still recovering.
We went to BevMo! and bought obscene amounts of hard alcohol. And a new martini shaker. So guess who was shaking up apple martinis at 7:30 in the evening while the girls were making Jell-o shots? You guessed it!
After some technical difficulties with the music, the party was in full swing. A handful of people trickled in, and before I knew it, I was drunk, and there were at least 30 people there. Bestest and Crunchy Green Party Girl left early, as did Cali Trans Boy, NotADiva Girl, and Butch Barbie Fag.
The evening was sort of a blur, but I will recount the incidents that I do remember (or was reminded of). Observe the level of ridiculousness I achieved by the night's culmination:
-I undid Hottie Crew Girl's pants in the living room to check out her underwear. No one noticed.
-I headed downstairs to the smoking area, where Fake Pothead Girl was trying to talk sweetness to Cerebrophile Girl. I pushed her out of the way, and made out with Cerebrophile Girl. After stating some not-so-flattering things about her using my outside voice. Of course.
-I, apparently, shared a brief kiss with ILoveYourHairOMG! Femme, and was introduced to her nipple. I apologized profusely to I'mTallerThanYou Futch the next day, when presented with photographic evidence of this encounter I don't recall.
-I escaped to Hottie Crew Girl's car, where we made out. No one noticed.
-I then wandered the party, snagging random people, pointing out Cerebrophile Girl, and announcing, "I'm having sex with her!" I'm nothing if not a romantic.
-I tugged on Southern Cop Girl's thong, and pointed it out to the whole party.
-I then slid onto the couch with Punk Rawk Asian GrrL, who is incredibly sweet, a bit timid, and has been the object of a crush that I've harbored for a time. I made out with her for a minute, despite her very LOUD protests against making out with drunk girls. I'm a jerk.

All that follows, really, is throwing up, showering, pizza, and drunken emails. However, the next morning, Cerebrophile Girl was admitting to being the loud, obnoxious drunk. Since I was also the loud obnoxious drunk, she decided that that meant we were perfect for each other.

The Ghost of Birthdays Past. [11 Mar 2005|02:48pm]
[ mood | enthralled ]

Let's just have a recap of the past five birthdays, shall we?

The Bad.

Twenty.Collapse )

Twenty-one.Collapse )

Twenty-three.Collapse )

The Good.
Twenty-Two.Collapse )

Twenty-Four.Collapse )

[07 Mar 2005|02:45pm]
First, a brief calender of my life for the next week, for my own personal planning benefit (as I'm going out of my mind asking myself if I have anything planned on any given date):

Tonight, Monday: Laundry, housecleaning, and general errands harken.
Tomorrow, Tuesday: Kareoke with Tall Motorcycle Babe, Cerebrophile Girl, and Brujeria Butch.
Wednesday: The Broadway with Music Freak Butch.
Thursday: My birthday! Top secret plans with Cerebrophile Girl.
Friday: Decorating Cerebrophile Girl's apartment for...
Saturday: MY BIRTHDAY SOIREE!! You all are invited. Comment if you need the Evite and you haven't received one by tomorrow morning.
Sunday: L Word with Sharp Witted Guitar Girl.

In other news, it's time to be cryptic.
I'm going to be cliche and say it. My heart still aches at the loss of you. I'd be fooling myself if I said I was over you. This is the only way I know to make the hurt stop. I wish I could say you had some hurt to stop, but I've never known how you've felt during this. I can't say it would bring me closure, but it would bring me peace. And her? She's a heavy hammer that you've chosen to bludgeon me over the head with. Possibly the heaviest you could have picked up.

Ridiculously Awkward Moment, Take 1. [03 Mar 2005|07:34pm]
The Players:
-Brujeria Butch, who is really only involved in the set-up
-Cerebrophile GrrL, who is friends with both Brujeria Butch and
-StoneFox Lebanese Girl, who has a new girlfriend that's mentally lacking very tall

The Background:

Monday, February 14th:
After being stood up by my Valentine's date, I head to the bar with Brujeria Butch and Cerebrophile Girl. They feel sorry for me, and buy me many pretty pink cocktails. I get drunk and make out with both of them. Brujeria Butch's evil ex gets angry, and in order to avoid certain drama, I take one for the team and make out with her as well. Then I go home, throw up, and fall into a deep sleep. Shut up, occasionally overindulgence is perfectly healthy.

Tuesday, February 15:
Kareoke Night. Cerebrophile Girl is there. She is unsure of what to do now that I am sober. I feed off of this anxiety.

Thursday, February 17:
Brujeria Butch asks me if I'd like to go to the local lesbian bar on Saturday. She lets it slip that Cerebrophile Girl wanted me to go. I tell her I'll be there.

Saturday, February 19:
Lots of being a lush, but not getting wasted, and making out. The evening ended with all of us spending the night at Cerebrophile Girl's house, her and I in the bed.
Yes, we did. And yes, it was. And it has been continued thus far, in a wonderful, non-commital, enjoying each other's company in private and encouraging each other to go for hot girls in public when not making out. Awesome.

So, fast forward to this past Tuesday. Brujeria Butch, Cerebrophile Girl and I are at kareoke (which, Cerebrophile Girl has so kindly pointed out, is actually spelled "karaoke." I reject that idea). Cerebrophile Girl, being very close friends, in fact, with StoneFox Lebanese Girl, has decided to out our trysting. Unfortunately, when StoneFox Lebanese Girl arrived, she sat down and started chatting with me while Cerebrophile Girl was perusing the kareoke book. After some small talk, the conversation took a turn for the worst. Observe:
Her: So...are you dating anyone?
Me: Kind of.
Her: What's her name?
Me: ...uh...um...Cerebrophile Girl.
Her: What? Cerebrophile Girl who? Our Cerebrophile Girl?
Me: Um. Yup. The one standing right over there.
Her: Shut up. You're joking, right?
Me: Um. No.
Me: ...
Her: Wait. You're joking, right?
Me: No.
Her: You'd better be nice to her! DON'T BE A BITCH TO HER!
Me: I'm nice to her!
Her: When were you going to tell me?
Me: Well, it's only been two weeks. She was going to tell you tonight.
Me: ...
Her: Hold on. I need a minute.

Awesome. In other, non-related news, my coworkers are fools. Because let me just tell you...If there is free chocolate chunk poundcake, you HANDLE THAT. Fo'sho.

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