When I mentioned something I really wanted to be right about? how my intuition was screaming HOORAY and I so deserately wanted to be right?
I was wrong. But for some reason, it's ok. Or at least far more ok than I thought it would be.
Went and saw "Surfs Up" last night with C. We had fun. It was a fun movie with fun company. Went back to his place and played in the street with this new toy he bought that's all about shooting foam rings at each other. Can't really explain it better than that because for a simple machine, it's complicated to explain. Then we went inside and C turned on the Karaoke machine. He forced me to sing. I was off key. I would love to blame it on the fact that I was laying on the couch and singing. Then I went home and had a nightmare about the one time I entered a singing contest. In my dream I listened to the recording and discovered how incredibly bad I really was.
C said that the ex that came between us has a myspace. The temptation is there to cruise over for a look-see. I think I would be wise to refrain. I don't think I have anything positive to gain by going there. Because even if she has a giant wart on her nose and I can gloat because I don't? well, gloating isn't really healthy, now is it? But I can't help it, I really want to peek. It isn't that I don't know what she looks like, it's that I only know of her what C has told me and well, he's biased (sorry C) by 10 years of friendship and love, even if he doesn't want anything to do with her NOW.
I hope I forget this folly soon.