Am dizzy. Head is spinning.
Received email from J asking if would be alright to talk about something. Thought, as heart did several cardio-kickboxing leaps "God, if is bad talk, am headed for oven." Wrote, "Of course. You can tell me anything."
ANYTHING BUT THIS.
J has been seeing someone at work. Is nothing, really, he says. And of course made certain to reiterate fact that has no plans of ending single status with any girl (am included in such category) any time soon. Told J he was dizzying. Good, he says. Likes to be a little hard to figure out. Bugger off! Little hard to figure out? Can see right through you, you debilitated fuckwit!
Is v. difficult being in love with debilitated fuckwit. V. v. difficult.
Is perfect time for holiday.
And shopping.