Very glad to end the week. I have seriously had nightmares, about bras, all week long. Actually, about bras and bugs. Last Friday before I turned in for the night I spotted a dark spot near my door. I carefully crept forward and saw that it was a crazy long, billion-legged, predator. Once Creepy crawly saw me see him, he jumped off the wall, took cover behind the open closet door, and reappeared heading in my direction. As if! Creepy was planning on attacking me! I quickly had a panic attack, and then I pulled on my Marc Jacobs knee-length rainboots, and got out my swiffer sweeper. In what must have been a rush of adrenaline resulting from a fight or flight response, I let loose, and I crushed Creepy to a painful, yet swift death, pretty sure it was even a bit of over-death. After claiming victory, I scooped Creepy on the side of the swiffer and placed his remains in the hallway. RIP. I later googled Creepy and it seems that he was a centipede. I am sure he was the only one in Chicago and that the rest live in Phoenix or something.
Anyway, it has been a stressful week. I was looking forward to getting all pretty and enjoying a nice night spending time with a new friend Danny. This is not to happen. You see dear friends, I am like a restaurant, and somehow I experience a cancellation rate of 25-50% on average, and its a non-discriminatory cancellation policy, I accept both men and women, acquaintance to BFF, anybody can and does cancel on me with ironic regularity. Seeing that I never cancel ever, it seems that karma will catch up with me eventually, and when I get a life, be ready, because I am going to cancel like crazy.
Now as I was saying, Danny cancelled on me. "Brakes went out, haven't slept for 36 hours, blah, blah, blah". Excuses, excuses. To his credit, he felt really bad. Actually, to his further credit, while I patronizingly said it was fine, it didn't matter, and that I understood, he noted my icy tone and pressed on to share how I really felt. That gave me the opportunity to say that I was really annoyed, I think its shitty to cancel, and I am tired of being cancelled on. Yuck, I made myself slightly vulnerable! It sort of feels good to be forced to say what I really think, because I so seldom do. I have mastered not sharing how I feel, not professing what I want, and not talking about my past. Danny tries, and occasionally succeeds in pulling those private details out of me...incredible considering I have only went out with him once, and spoken to him on the phone a handful of times. I am not good at being vulnerable but sometimes I feel like I can with him. He said that to make it up to me he will do anything I can think of...specifically he will do anything everybody hates doing. Hmm, what oh what? (Um, can I ask him to buy me things or isn't that what he meant? jk!)
My Chi-friend thinks that I have a slightly dramatic flair...this may be true, but I think life is more colorful this way. :)
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