conclusion...
Jun. 23rd, 2004 01:58 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kjpepperAnd overall a good evening was had. Not a great mix of music, but it didn't suck at all, which was nice, good mix of people, healthy dose of g.g.'s particular brand of humor, ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
inle_rah and a few other folks, and oh yeah, I didn't feel like bothering to dress up so I put on my favorite Thundercats t-shirt and my cowboy hat, and I got more compliments on both of those than I normally do when I make the effort. Go figure. :)
deravyn lured me to his car with the tempting offer of Kinder eggs, of which I received 2 such yummy delectable things. It's all about the kinder egg chocolate for me, it's like no other chocolate I've ever had and is so yummy on its own even without the toy inside. I shared my spoils with g.g. upon leaving, ate my egg with great relish in the parking lot, and saved the toy in its capsule for beatgoddess, who loves such things. Thank you, sweetie!
Danced like hell to a bunch of songs, got a bit moody and morose when dancing to "Living Dead Girl", as I found myself thinking of the Airman and once again caught in a moral quandary surrounding him. I feel like I should be more pissed off at him for the lastest round in the stupidity batshit circus (I'm NOT going into it in a public post, so don't ask), but I'm not, the most I can muster up is a sense of vaguely aggravated resignation over it. Kinda wish I could talk to him, but I think he's running around Europe with Erica currently, and besides I'm currently out of phone cardy goodness.
And then there's the part where I don't actually want to talk to him at all.
At least I'm not really beating myself over the head about how I'm feeling or not feeling about the situation anymore, which is good, and due to a couple of projects I've rather gleefully undertaken this summer, I'll be well and truly distracted from Tim-a-ruckus. Which is probably exactly what I need.
anyway, I stink like smoky club still. Must deskank myself.
inle_rah and a few other folks, and oh yeah, I didn't feel like bothering to dress up so I put on my favorite Thundercats t-shirt and my cowboy hat, and I got more compliments on both of those than I normally do when I make the effort. Go figure. :)deravyn lured me to his car with the tempting offer of Kinder eggs, of which I received 2 such yummy delectable things. It's all about the kinder egg chocolate for me, it's like no other chocolate I've ever had and is so yummy on its own even without the toy inside. I shared my spoils with g.g. upon leaving, ate my egg with great relish in the parking lot, and saved the toy in its capsule for beatgoddess, who loves such things. Thank you, sweetie!Danced like hell to a bunch of songs, got a bit moody and morose when dancing to "Living Dead Girl", as I found myself thinking of the Airman and once again caught in a moral quandary surrounding him. I feel like I should be more pissed off at him for the lastest round in the stupidity batshit circus (I'm NOT going into it in a public post, so don't ask), but I'm not, the most I can muster up is a sense of vaguely aggravated resignation over it. Kinda wish I could talk to him, but I think he's running around Europe with Erica currently, and besides I'm currently out of phone cardy goodness.
And then there's the part where I don't actually want to talk to him at all.
At least I'm not really beating myself over the head about how I'm feeling or not feeling about the situation anymore, which is good, and due to a couple of projects I've rather gleefully undertaken this summer, I'll be well and truly distracted from Tim-a-ruckus. Which is probably exactly what I need.
anyway, I stink like smoky club still. Must deskank myself.
