The night the lights went out at Bek’s

So Isabel hit. Boy, I must have done some freakish shit in a previous life to make the water gods turn on me. My basement is flooded FOR A SECOND TIME SINCE I MOVED IN. There is something not right about that. Not right at all.

Thursday, Tim let us all go around one. Which was lovely. I’d done some errand running with Mama, and had enough contact lens solution to last me till armageddon, or till I run out again. Whichever comes first. So, I truck myself on home and call T, to let him know I’m home and safe (becaused it was just windy, not raining) and it turns out my honey has to go in. Now, in a state of emergency, who really needs books all that badly? Who knows. So, he doesn’t give me a “I’ll be over yes or no” one way or the other. All right, fine. So Lee calls, I talk to Nik, she tells me she thinks T is cute. Cute with a capital C. Good times! So T calls back, in about a half hour. Turns out those motherfuckers locked the doors the second he drove up. So, yes, he was coming over. How excited was I? So excited. So he does eventually get to the ranch, after yours truly got him some pizza.  We finally do make it to Niks, Yay! and come home and veg. Yours truly was very glad that T was there because things started going down hill after we got home. Lights went out. All night long. The fire alarm went off, well, sort of. It started doing its “I’m beeping because the power is out and I’m hardwired to the house line with no battery backup” thing. Then T checks the basement. It’s fucking flooded. Great. So, like a madwoman, I rip my comp apart down there and chock it up as high as I can. T thought I was nuts.

Mike ended up coming over at some point and met T. That was a good time. The boys drank, alot. Funny. Then Mike left. We went to bed. The wind picked up. I was very concerned. The power kept blinking, like fifty times. I was worried I wouldn’t have been able to call out in time, but the office was closed anyway so it wasn’t a big deal at all. We slept and slept and slept. And got up. T couldn’t find out if Borders was open or not, so he didn’t know if he had to go in. Eventually he found out he did have to. Dammit. Bleah.

On a sad note, I drank a little more than I’m used to last night and said something I REALLY shouldn’t have said. No, it didn’t begin with an L. Praise Jesus. But I feel awful. I told him I feel awful, but I don’t think he knows how awful I feel. He seemed ok, but this afternoon…there was an odd moment. Hmm. Dunno.

Went to Ruby and Evangeline’s tonight, because Dorothy hurt her neck and needed help while Randy was at RCD. It was really nice to spend time with her. And, I came back and had power! Happy Day!

Well well well

So guess who got status?

I’ve told this story to so many people that it really isn’t worth re-telling here because most of the people that read this have already been told.

Suffice to say, the talk went well. We decided that status was a good thing, not to be afraid of it, etc etc etc.

Now T has serious roommate issues. Hopefully looking for new digs that I might be able to visit.

Batten Down the Hatches…

Oh goodness gracious. Hurricane this and hurricane that. Schools in DE are closed, for goodness sakes. State of emergency, my ass, man.

Don’t I wish I were in school at this point? Yes, Yes I do.

Oh, Good Grief!

When it rains it pours, I suppose.

Tom came over for “a talk” last night, and boy….did I get more than I bargained for. Good lord and butter! This poor child is action packed with issues. No wonder he took as long as he did to move forward.

However, we’ve hit a stumbling block. It boils down to: we’ve been dating for about three months, or so. We do everything normal couples do, however, we’re not a normal couple. We have no status. I’m becoming vexed. This is bad.

I confronted him about this status thing, and his response was “this is hard for me”. Well, goddammit, I’m not asking for the moon here, maybe just a label? And to see him maybe twice a week? Goddamn. What’s so hard about it? I just don’t understand.

So he’s “thinking about all this” and getting back to me on Thursday night. Christ almighty. What’s so hard about this? This just isn’t working.

Motherfucker.

Why I almost had a heart attack

There almost wasn’t a hairdryer in my hotel room.

Heaven Forbid!

You know how they have those nifty little hairdryers attached to the wall in most hotel rooms? Not so in swanky Hilton land. Nope. I had a minor myocardial infarction, then went searching thinking “If there is a goddamn bible in this room, there has got to be a hairdryer”

And I was right.

The world may now begin turning again.

This is what good friends do for you

So who got to have dinner with Mike tonight?

I did! I did!

What did Mike bring me? Porn! Yay Mike!

Mike also told me that breaking it off with someone via email would guarantee I would go straight to hell. There goes that option. Hell will get me soon enough.

The Soprano’s made me do it

So while watching an episode of the Soprano’s at Jen’s last night, I started thinking about the Professor. (If you don’t know who that is, you weren’t around for it. And no, I’m not talking about Gilligan.) And while thinking about the professor, I realized that T is nothing like him or Jason. While not exactly a bad thing, there were certain things that both the professor and Jason did that I liked. Such as coming over quite frequently. Nice. Or being able to open up and admit that they had feelings (yes, feelings) for me at a very early stage. T is apparently unable to do any of these things, and therefore I think T must be let go. I’m tired of all this bullshit, waiting around for him to drop tiny nuggets of niceness when I’m very much used to boys being nice in the first place. I’m tired of being patient.

And this revelation is all courtesy of the Soprano’s. Thank you, Professor.

Their Wildest Dreams

I’m reading a great book, therefore you should too. Their Wildest Dreams by Peter Abrahams. Good times. Now I want to become a stripper even more than I did before.

Good lord.

Because it’s New Jersey, that’s why.

I’ve finally realized the value of pumping one’s own gas. I’ve been to NJ.

Being that I come from a state that feels it’s safe to let regular citizens pump their own gas, I naturally assumed that NJ would be no different. Not so.

Now I’m grateful that both MD and DE don’t feel the need to strip me of that right. Thank you, MD. Thank you, DE.

Praise Jesus!

Well well well.

Last night, I was online doing work (yes, I’m just that dedicated) for a while, and when I got offline, I checked vm. T called. Yay T! T was home! Home in DE home! So I called back. Productive. He ended up coming over (yes, at my prodding) and it was VERY NICE. Nice reunion. Boy, did I miss him. Vice versa, too.

Still don’t know about that whole “let’s be exclusive” thing or not. What does this mean? Should the rest of them be let go? Huh. Don’t really want to push that one, either.

Well.