I regularly read a whole bunch of other peoples' diaries (i read really quickly, and i find that i can't work steadily on work-related things for more than two hours, perhaps...so i liberally sprinkle my time at the office with 3-5 minute forays into other peoples' lives). So anyway, i was reading Marc Needham's diary--which is also interesting because he's in Chicago, so one can feel a sense of familiarity with places/things he mentions--and there were some pics posted of a party he went to, and hot damn, but one of Marc Needham's friends is a stone cold fox. Yeeoow!!! Who is this guy? Here, i am going to insert a little stalkerly clipping, both to celebrate the distant hotness, and to mock my own dorkiness:
<-------- y o u ... w i l l ... b e ... m i n e (Though i keep having thoughts equivalent to a series of small rodents with DON'T DO IT tossed into my field of vision, i am going to persist in weird, furtive, unrequited crushes and other stupid pastimes. I am appending this stalk to TSSDBA-GAS as a mini-op.) If anyone in the Chicagoland (hee, i hate saying that) area has seen or knows of this boy, send me whatever you've got. I am a Lifetime movie waiting to happen. Woo! clm. p.s. i was thinking about 'unrequited,' and about how people take it to mean 'unreturned' but it really means 'unwanted' (look at the root word requite, as seen in requirement or prerequisite). So an unrequited love is one wherein the love-object didn't ask you to love him/her. As my papa said when Justin was voted off American Idol, "so long, sucker, nobody wants ya!" It's sort of funny, but then my heart starts breaking and doesn't stop.