When he says things like “I could get a job that would put me closer to you but I can’t because I won’t have enough money for gas” I want to light him on fire.
You know what I am! I’m an enabler! I’m a fixer! So my immediate internal response is “Well, he could come live with me….” Bad Becky! No no!
On the bright side, I ended the conversation first (because contrary to popular belief I do not spend two hours on the phone with my friend friends) so we talked for twenty minutes and I think he was a little confused.
Well, this whole not talking thing is doing wonders for the verbal flirting decision! There is no verbal flirting cause there’s been no communication!
Problem solved. 
I had way too much fun last night. Cheryl and Ray are so funny.
The auction was a blast…it was like one huge goodwill full of goodness. And I got stickybuns. Not at the auction, mind you.
Good times!
Melissa and I were at the mall yesterday at lunchtime and we were walking past Macy’s when I saw the most disturbing thing in the entire universe. I’ve dated many crazy people, so I know disturbing when I see it. Three teenagers, two girls and a boy, were walking girl boy girl, all holding hands. Like this kid was the shit enough to have two chicks hanging off him. How fucking degrading.
Man. I should have more dreams like those at 2 am.
An excerpt from Prayers for Rain:
“She sucked a breath into her mouth and I heard it rattle wetly against the back of her throat. “He vandalized my car.”
Bubba and I both did a double take, looked out at the gleaming green VW Bug parked by the schoolyard gate. It looked as if it had just been driven off the lot, still probably had that new-car smell inside.
“That car?” I said.
“What?” She followed my gaze. “Oh, no, no. That’s David’s car.”
“A guy?” Bubba said. ” A guy drives that car?”
I shook my head at him.”
Do you know how embarrasing it is to break down in someone’s arms about someone else while the person holding you really wants to be with you?
I know how embarrasing it is.
My mama asked me tonight why Lee and I didn’t just up and date. (Her actual words were “Why don’t the two of you just get it on already?”)
I couldn’t formulate an answer that would take less than five hours to outline.
Can anyone explain to me who the hell Che was in Evita? I mean, musicals as a whole are beyond my comprehension, however….I just don’t get it. Did she know him? Give me Ken Follett or Daniel Silva any day. Enough of the musical business.
