so no, the stress is not over....
i meant to make a big "to do" over my 10,000th hit, but was too busy and missed it. my counters are not in sync anyways (they're about a hundred off) so i'm not sure what the "true" 10K would have been anyhow. *raising glass* here's to 10,000 more.
No gavin sightings at pub X. he’ll certainly be there next Sunday (he goes out of town the next day, and as a true stalker, I know he consistently goes there the night before he leaves town), but I’m gone then. Headed to Chicago for a week or so and then CA to see my mommy.
I did, however, call library adonis to see if he wanted to come have a beer but I didn’t call until nearly 11 so he may have been asleep by then. I left a message but haven’t heard back. How long do I wait before I should be concerned about not hearing from him? Left a very breezy message along the lines of, “I think you have to work tomorrow, but headed down to pub x if you wanna meet me. If not, maybe we can play this week before I leave town for a couple weeks on Saturday.”
Have been looking for apartments all day as I have to leave mine at the end of the month. I leave town for half the month of august so if I’m sans home on Friday, I’m pretty much screwed. Looking for places to live in this city is torture. THAT, my friends, is what the government should have those detainees do. Find me a fucking apartment. If we’re going to torture them anyway, it might as well be to my benefit, yes? Am trying to find a place with a very cute girl named andrea (a friend of a friend). Hopefully something will work out but I’m already annoyed with it.
I did finally read the harry potter. I cried. A lot. At starbucks. Thus, making a complete fool of myself in front of HOT new barrista who looks just lik a younger Michael Vartan. I want to say to him, “what the fuck are you doing back there? take your shirt off and head to a modeling agency for chrissakes!” he’s really really beautiful. It literally took me a good 3 or 4 hours to stop being really upset by the book to convince myself that it was all just fiction. It really was quite sad.
sunday I woke up, bought the times, read it cover to cover, and played with the crossword. Talk about a perfect day…