gently pushed tonight and i broke the sex out.

heh, ok, no. i didnt.

i am still untainted.

heh.

the date thing was today, right?

right.

it went well. not a smashing success, mainly because i felt like an ass during the entire thing.

because i am an ass.

because i like other people more than i like this kid. and i didnt tell them that.

now i will cleverly change subjects:

i will write a note, in a minute, to my mom. it will say "wake me up before you go go."

because i need to take her car. you see.

i went back to the old place of employment.

we parted on good terms. no one was to blame. we just realized, you know, we were better off as friends.

secretly, though, i think it was too demanding. and pushy. oh with the pushylikeness!

but the boss. the boss lady. i love her. she is following the girls footsteps and heading to boston. working on her masters.

how i will miss the boss lady.

how i am glad i met her.

my life is better for having known her.

after the people who work for her left, we talked. the "replacements" as i just dubbed them, because that is what they are, you see. sad sad replacements for me. (two people. TWO PEOPLE. new, working. when if i had been there, just me. old me, sitting there, where two people now work. i kick double ass on that.)

the replacements screwed my boss over today. she had to stay until 9, maybe later. she will not fire them, mainly because she is a wimp, but also because she is incredibly nice.

if i had not been going on this date thing, i would have stayed with her.

onto the girl. because i cant go an entry without some allusion to her eh. else i would not be crayon eh.

dammit.

alright.

we talked. she found out about the first time i saw her, how it made me sit down because i was in shock.

her being incredibly beautiful and all.

the friend told her this story, you see. because, a moment before, i had told the friend.

but thats all we really talked about. yes, we discussed how i checked some girl out at the gas station, how she has been checking the irish boys out (alas, the first thing to cross my mind was, hey. i am irish. a bit. will i never learn eh?), and how i dig on angeline jolie.

the girl pointed out jolie has big lips:

"but the lips, they're like dead fish wrapped in crinkly saran."

but we didnt discuss what we need to discuss.

so another day ends with minor frustration.

topped with wake me up before you go go.

heh.