*damn straight! yes, let's. 2001-04-25 11:29 p.m.*

mmm... potlucks are good things. i remember going to potlucks as a kid and thinking how exciting it was going to be that there were going to be so many different kinds of food and then getting really disappointed because they were all like macrobiotic and stuff. when i was 9 i told my american girls collection diary that my favorite food was a burger king happy meal. yeah. but now i'm a vegetarian, and less picky than i was as a child, but i'm still in the top 10 pickiest eaters in the entire planet. i feel i would be satisfied if almost all foods were bland and white. i think i was the only person who got annoyed when marriott started making the "mexican food" at all spicy. but yeah. even though we got there pretty late into the thing, and the only food i loved was the bean stuff, i still had a great time.

though... i'm still feeling sort of socially inept around the earth mother goddess. bleh. why am i like this? i mean i feel fine around her until i start worrying that she's not going to feel fine around me and then it all goes to hell. i mean, i dunno. i do really want to make out with her again and maybe that does scare me a little, just because i'm not sure if that's what she wants anymore. but it was so good. how could she not? *laughs*

maybe the problem is that she thinks i want to be more exclusive or something. the only reason it happens to be at all exclusive is that there are a minimal amount of people i want to make out with and a good portion of them are straight. i recently developed a self-defense crush on this one girl-- she's nice enough and way cute and actually queer, but goodness, talking to her makes me want to hit things. we're just not on the same level, shall we say? so yeah... i want to make out with her just to shut her up. (this is why i'm satan.)

blah blah blah. way boring.

i usually am the crush whore-- dozens and dozens of crushes. but lately, there are just less people to have crushes on or something. there is this one girl, but i'm doing that whole, "hey can i come visit your CAT?" thing, rather than actually admitting to her that i like her company. i mean, i think she knows i like her as a human being -- she was there when someone who might have been me was putting "i'm glad you exist." notes in peoples boxes and one got put in her box. but i sure as hell hope she doesn't know i want to marry her and have her children. because she's straight. and that would be bad.

straightness. bah! who needs it?

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