ex-tastic

guess

who's

going

to

be

playing

at

the

c

note

!

(no date yet, details to follow)

in other news...

it's official. newroommate is actually just a male version of me. it's twisted. he has a job interview today. i hope it goes well.

meanwhile...

tonight is ostensibly the night i get to see the ex over sushi. that's going to be strange and weird. and yet possibly fun. it will be nice to see him, though i haven't a clue what to say. do i act like we're just long-lost friends, like we were never lovers and just kind of go from there? that would probably be ideal. but, unlikely, because of that damn feral part of my brain that wants to blow his mind. i want to show up strutting about fabulously, stunningly, wonderfully, make his breath catch just once. how fucked up is that? he's the maligned party here and in my deep secret heart of hearts, i want him to see what he's missing. even though he didn't voluntarily leave it behind.

i have got issues.

don't hate me because i'm a mess.

listening to:

enter fruitbat

bootylicious

the old switcheroo

planning to:

ransack newroommate's music collection. homeboy's got some wild and wicked taste.

totally perplexed by:

ex-boyfriends. mine, and other people's.

goals for the day:

get through at least five more pages of database reshuffling.

sort through at least 300 of the new emails sitting in the newsletter inbox.

not kill or yell at sally sue.

don't be an asshole tonight. remember to not stop by the dewey's show (despite mentioning it to the ex) because, given who will be there, that would be stupid.

get the bassline from "lowrider" out of my head.