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Aug. 22nd, 2002 10:37 pmI am a first class procrastinator. Getting me to start a project I don't want to is like herding cats. Fortunately, I do have an automatic guilt circuit that kicks in whenever someone else starts something I should be doing, so it's like getting out the supersoaker. Ali got me to pack up my graphic novels this evening before we headed to the house for the lease signing by starting in on them herself. She says some of them are pretty valuable - I may consider selling some of them for cashmoney.
We were waiting for the bus in on Campus Parkway (which turned into waiting for Lori, but I digress.) These two cute boys asked if the 7 had just gone by, which it had, five minutes previously. They pinged. Totally. And they wanted to get up to Capitol Hill. Which of course only doubles the volume of the Ping. Pretty, pretty boys. There was touchy boylove going on - they sat on the bench for a bit to wait, and one of them slung his arm around the other, and when they were looking at the schedules, one had his hand on the other's back, and the clincher was when they were getting on the bus, and paying, the first waited while the second paid, and the second's hand was lingering on his ass as he paid. Then they both went back into the bus and I lost sight of that sweet, sweet ass.
Touchy boylove. It made me squee muchly. Highlight of my day, that's for damn sure.
We have house keys and everything for the new place. I made measurements like mad, and will sketch it up tomorrow. I hope once we get my coworker's going-away party over with, I can just skip the afternoon and come home and pack like a maniac.
The movers are coming at 10am on Saturday. I have less than 36 hours to finish my packing. Time to kick myself in the ass a few times. Whee.
I may have had something else to say, but it's lost - past time for me to be in bed and asleep and hoping that the knots in my shoulders don't tighten up into a giant ball of ow overnight.
I've promised us all a trip to Tubs once this is over. Carrot.
We were waiting for the bus in on Campus Parkway (which turned into waiting for Lori, but I digress.) These two cute boys asked if the 7 had just gone by, which it had, five minutes previously. They pinged. Totally. And they wanted to get up to Capitol Hill. Which of course only doubles the volume of the Ping. Pretty, pretty boys. There was touchy boylove going on - they sat on the bench for a bit to wait, and one of them slung his arm around the other, and when they were looking at the schedules, one had his hand on the other's back, and the clincher was when they were getting on the bus, and paying, the first waited while the second paid, and the second's hand was lingering on his ass as he paid. Then they both went back into the bus and I lost sight of that sweet, sweet ass.
Touchy boylove. It made me squee muchly. Highlight of my day, that's for damn sure.
We have house keys and everything for the new place. I made measurements like mad, and will sketch it up tomorrow. I hope once we get my coworker's going-away party over with, I can just skip the afternoon and come home and pack like a maniac.
The movers are coming at 10am on Saturday. I have less than 36 hours to finish my packing. Time to kick myself in the ass a few times. Whee.
I may have had something else to say, but it's lost - past time for me to be in bed and asleep and hoping that the knots in my shoulders don't tighten up into a giant ball of ow overnight.
I've promised us all a trip to Tubs once this is over. Carrot.
