hello.

The other day i was out with a guy i like very much. We were sitting around and doing the whole talking thing but had to cut the evening early because he had work the next morning.

"Are you mad?" he asked me.

"No, of course not." I replied. "And even if i was, do you really think i;d say so and force you to stay and hang out with me even if you're about to all asleep?"

He smiled. I smiled. It was obvious that he did not understand what i was really saying, which was this:

"Mad? Of course i'm not mad! It took me an hour to get ready, and anohter hour to get here, and now you want to go home after sitting there with your measly cup of coffee while i keep thinking up clever things to say so that you will fall madly in love with me and carry me away to a white castle in the sky? Mad? No, i'm not mad. Livid is the operative word here. Yes, Livid. I like the sound of that, It goes well with my outfit for tinight. All black. All Livid. All the time! Wait, what the hell? DId i just lose my train of thought? I'm supposed to be mad! No, Livid! aughhhh!!!"

Obviously, i'm not very good at being angry. No points for me! But it's okay. We're going to see "Bringing Down The House" next weekend.

also: My birthday si on wednesday. Love me!