Monday, June 29, 2009

stranded

I dreamed of Ben, Jack and John last night.

Yes, that Ben, Jack and John.

What is the hold that show has on me? It's freaky, to say the least.

Jack was kind of crazy - not the drunk, pill-popping crazy we've seen on the show - really kinda hysterical nutty.

John was trying to lead us back to the island so we could see it blow up or something.

And I got to make out with Ben. Which, of course, was the best part.

Friday, June 26, 2009

he's just not that into me

Don't get me wrong; I know he 'cares'. And even though I emphasize his feelings with half-hearted quotation marks, it's not my intention to imply that they're sub-standard or inadequate.

It's just that I've given him a lot -- because I know he needs it and deserves it -- and it would be awesome to be on a two-way street.

You know what I'd like from him? I'd like him to show an interest in who I am. But that's not his way; he's passive, more an observer than a participant.

He's the kind of guy that will appreciate me three years after I'm gone from his life. That's how long it'll take him to notice we haven't connected. He cares, but he's easily distracted.

And forward I go.