Not Pissed

What a difference a day makes!

Yesterday's ice storm had me all a-fluster. I watched the slushy stuff hail down out my window all day while several matters avalanched around me. I was going to go watch 'Survivor:China' with Jeff at Bruce's house, but decided I didn't want to trudge through the weather just to be a lump of crabby energy on his sofa. I opted to go home and sulk.

Turns out, a date I went on last week gave me a jingle. He is a great step up from Towel Boy, so my interest has been caught. He is a self-described booze hound and does the Lords work by selling theatre tickets to old ladies in midtown. We drank rum and watched reality TV. Two of my favorite things! We talked about our love for New York and how we love watching black people fight with each other. He made reference to his alcoholic father yelling 'faggot' at him at family gatherings. For a second, I thought he was getting ready to leave when he went to get his coat. Instead, he got a cute, little bag out of his pocket and asked if I smoke pot! I told him absolutely not. I only eat pot.

Booze Hound and I listened to my new favorite band of all time (MGMT). He admired all my nutty art on my walls, which is nice. He passed the kissing test (and then some). I woke up this morning with three fucking hickeys. Are you kidding me? It looks like I got punched in the neck. Now I know the post-prom shame of every girl in high school (besides me). Booze Hound seems slightly insane, and since I am functionally insane, I'm sure a third date will be in our future. Why? For awhile, I used to wonder why crazy guys were attracted to me. Then, I realized, that I am attracted to crazy guys so it all works out. Just not TOO crazy.

Go Todd! I hope you win 'Survivor: China'...but if not you, then Amanda.