A Debate With Myself.

Do I tell you that when I was walking up to your house, the first thing I thought was, "Who the hell is that sexy guy in glasses...HOLY SHIT, IT'S YOU!"

Because I thought you were far sexier in your glasses. HOTT, baby, with TWO TTs.

Instead, I remarked upon the fact that you live in the Unfortunate Land of Unfortunate One Ways. Because I'm probably far geekier than you, and I can't let you know that OMFG, GLASSES HOT!

On third thought, I think I will keep that to myself.

We have to
Succumb to
The feelings
we can never face
I need you
I breathe you
I can't go through this all again

I think I'm gonna call him, but when I actually have time. And yes, it kinda feeds into the Really Stupid Thing that happened last night. I don't regret it, but still, I wish it hadn't happened, because I broke one of the fundamental rules that I made for myself, and that's not cool.

Of course, I have a habit of being far too hard on myself than other people are on me. But yeah, when you start breaking the rules that you made for yourself, it's time to re-examine exactly what's going on.

Although I'm really enjoying calling myself "The Neighborhood Whore". In fact, I'm laughing my ass off just typing it. "Hi, I'm The Neighborhood Whore, what are you into?" (Seriously, I should not be laughing at this, but I am!) Good times, good times.

So I did something entirely stupid.

You know, one of those things where you cringe thinking about it.

Where it's a dumb idea, you know it's a dumb idea, and yet you still go through with it.

I can't wait for Seattle...four more weeks.

I suppose I could look up the score on the football game. But I won't, because I don't care enough to look.

But the yelling and groaning going on over the whole neighborhood is either a good thing or a bad thing.

Hopefully, I get to be a zombie two weeks from now. Which will be awesome. Zombie!

I have had this weird compulsion to be a zombie for a while. And it just so happens that my friend's band is doing a video, and they are in need of bodies for zombification. So I volunteered to be a zombie.

There's something totally awesome in listening to an American musical about a Paris opera house in the German language.

Plus, the German singers sound like they're familiar with opera, and not just a musical. Which makes the version so much better.