Oh What A Glorious Day

Ok. SO. By 1:30 pm yesterday, I had been awake for something like 40 consecutive hours. Luckily, seminar finished early, so I went home AND SLEPT UNTIL 6 THIS MORNING. Like, I literally walked in, kicked off my knee-high black leather slouch boots, and toppled onto my bed fully clothed. I seriously blacked the fuck out until my alarm went off. Oh the glory of sweet, sweet repose.

I think I seriously need some sleep meds.

Anyway, today was wonderfully productive. After writing this, I'm going to continue the trend and get a stupid Lang assignment done.

One of the things that made today most fabulous was that I not only went to dance class with Philly, but I then proceeded to run a mile (at heavy incline) and then lift weights for an hour. I absolutely adore exercise. I feel skinny and happy and super super endorphin-filled.

Downside? My workout buddy was Fsb. He is, to put it lightly, jacked beyond belief. I mean, due to my ridiculously overfull medical history, I have reasons for lacking in the muscle mass department, but still. Working out with him made me feel like an old, frail, incapable grandmother of three.

Here's the thing with Fsb: he's attractive. His deviousness and complete lack of control (though incredibly twisted) only adds to this in my eyes. However, he has an addictive personality, and that ruins any vision of actual interest in him for me. He's addicted to Qv. More accurately, they're addicted to each other. But Qv is his heroin; there will never be anything that can even compare to it for him.

I may be stupid when it comes to guys, but honestly, do y'all really think I'd fall for someone who could never, ever fully appreciate or love me? DO you really think I'd settle for a boy who'd constantly compare me to someone else? OH HAYULL NO. That shit don't fly. So in the friend zone shall Fsb permanently remain.

But, he bought me coconut water, so I could care less about anything else going on in the world because coconut water is just that danksicknasty good.

In other news, I have been texting Shpongle nonstop since since Saturday. What's really appealing is that not only does he have the typical trifecta of looks that every past boyfriend I've had has (tan skin, dark curly hair, perfect teeth) but he has a job and and a car and a high school diploma.

And oh dear Lord, here I go again. What is it with me and Mediterranean boys?!?

Oh man, I'm in trouble.
Julia