run ons, an update and stuff to ponder

okay. so when a boy buys you a plane ticket and tells you to come see him and you say yes, and then no, and then yes, and then you punk out, is it wrong to want to ask him if the invitation is still, "on the table", as rachel said tonight.

(sidenote) phoebe used regina falangie, however she spells it, as her alias again tonight. one more appearance of it before the end, i was very happy. and this time it had a french spin on it. i tell people i'm gene falangie when i'm out kicking it and i don't want your sketchy ass knowin my name.

okay, so when a cute guy finally, after some arm twisting by an adorable third party, finally gets back in touch with you and you think to yourself, sweet maybe we'll "establish a rapport" as said third party put it, and then he drops off the face of the earth again, should you take that as a ginormous sign? or just call him a bastard-face (he's not) and shrug it off. i mean he's been busy, so that's understandable. but come on, would one little "hello" really hurt? yeah we all know me. i'll sit and pout and appear cool moody until he decides i'm worthy enough to contact again and then my high will return. well i am weak when it comes to a cute guy. and yes, he really is that cute.

oh, and as far as the work thing went. i was told what the "new policy" was and that was way ick. but i was then told that since it was me, and since i've never done anything like that before, they'd let it slide. this time. with a little laugh and a tap on the shoulder i was let off the hook.

"it's a cruel world, and i am a lucky boy" - matt nathanson.

my dirrty little x-tina and maroon5 are going to be on SNL this weekend. it's a pretty safe bet that i'll be kicking it slug style on my couch saturday night, recovering from the huge drunk fest that will forever go down in the books as "the birthday event 2004", that will take place friday night. let me just go on record as saying right now: kia, christopher and all you other unfortunate ones who won't be there with us to celebrate, i'm sorry for the drunk dialing that will more than likely take place. i can't be held responsible for professions of love, swearing like a trucker, telling you the same story one hundred times, or just letting the song play that's on in the background that will of course remind me of you. this is your warning, if you see my ass ringing yours tomorrow night anytime after ten...well, let's just say you were warned.

and my manager's parting words of wisdom, "please don't end up in jail while i'm on vacation." me? wha what? hmm, jail... well that's one way to score i suppose.