colin farrell


I saw Colin Farrell at the mall today. I think he is so hot, and he was wearing the coolest boots I've ever seen. Naturally, I could only think of his sex tape. Google it if you want, I'm sure you can find it.

Anyway, not much else to say. As I've said before, and will undoubtedly have to say again, I'm so sorry I can't respond to all your emails. Someday I hope to. But I'm so busy I feel like I'm drowning. I just don't know how to get out of this mess. I guess I'll just keep plugging away, and hope my list of stuff to do starts getting shorter instead of longer.

remarkably unremarkable

So one of my best friends works in my neighborhood, and he had to work really late last night. So he came over to my place to crash. He little-spooned up next to me in bed, and one thing led to another....

And what is remarkable about this is that it is so unremarkable (not the fooling around...that was fun). But the fact that we did it is unremarkable. There was nothing awkward about it when we were done. We just talked about other stuff and laughed a lot and rolled over and went to sleep. Nothing awkward about it this morning. Nothing awkward about it this evening when he came back to pick up his stuff. No expectations. No regrets.

I like this. I think physicality can be a nice bonding experience between friends. It can get complicated, of course. And it certainly doesn't work for every friendship. But I'm thankful to have a friendship where it works. (And no, I'm not talking about Mark. Although, speaking of him, he got a new phone and has apparently taken to sending racy pictures of himself to people. He showed me a couple at dinner tonight. God.)

In other news, I have a house guest right now, and I have learned a few things about myself:

-I don't like it when people sleep on my couch overnight, and use my decorative pillows to sleep on. I set up an aero-bed with sheets because I don't want your sweat and hair grease on my couch!

-I don't like to be woken up at 5am on a school night.

-I don't like it when people use my bath towel. Ew. (Unless you're hot and I get to watch you using it.)

-I don't like to know when other people are pooping.

The End.