really, if you didn’t say that like joey lawrence, i may no longer be friends with you. reason for the woah? i just almost dropped baby laptop. scary, right. powerbook g4 (lola) is still alive and kicking and really, i would like to keep it that way. i can’t afford a mac book although i dream of them daily. really, it’s a sickness.

so one of my former students just called me for some interviewing advice. um, really? cutest, ever. and mom sent me a condo for sale on brookline – only 675g. WHAT, MOM? are you on crack? who can afford that? not this girl. not even a little. unless she’s footing the bill for my mortgage, (she wouldn’t) there is no need to tempt me with these stainless steel stoves and marble counters! none!

have i used enough exclamation points yet? i hope so. i’m getting tired just rereading what i type. so last weekend. um, cute nights with the boy thursday and friday. still, we’re 13 and neither of us will make a move. it’s pathetic, really. we talk about things without actually saying them to each other. we joke and poke at each other and suddenly realize we’ve held our grasp/touch on each other for longer then one should in a friendship. PAUSE STORY so you stop thinking i’m a weird prude.

friday night going home, the ex calls. PSYCHO. seriously, somewhere between screaming at me and crying because of me, i freaked out. dude, you broke my heart. you stood there and told me you didn’t love me. you told me it was a lie. you told me you didn’t want to be with me because she was better. you loved her. she was comfortable with who you are. i was “too emotional” and my friends “fed me lies”. i’m sorry, what? now you’re on the phone and all you can do is tell me you love me and you miss me? you’re quoting romeo and juliet lines and telling me your life is not the same. that you wish you could be with me. you can’t stand the thought of never holding me again. WHAT? dude, i hate you.

you broke me.

ok, we’ve got that covered. somehow this has led me to the thinking that i need to be overly cautious with this boy. granted he is 100% different. he’s sweet and kind and generally a good person. i forgot how to handle that. i forgot how to let a boy put his arm around me and snuggle me in. and right now, i’m good with the slow road. because i still get nervous. what if this one suddenly does a 180? what if he decides that i’m not the girl he wants to talk to all day on gchat? or meet up with the second he gets out of work? it’s slow. and i’m ok with it. because that smile? it warms this girl’s cold heart. just when she needs it most.

hi, i’m sappy. and cheesy. and i like a boy. shhhhhhhh!

in other news, bff reminded me her bridal shower is next weekend. what? next weekend? how is this all going by so quickly? i’m unprepared! i need a gift, to sort out an outfit, to work on the other thing (hi bff! you can’t know what i speak of.) . when did this all happen? and note, i feel older every time i say something like that. i am not 40, dammit.

i wonder if mother nature reads my blog. if she does, i guess i should leave her a note.

mother nature, please don’t let it REALLY be 90 degrees on friday. i want to meet my blogger friends without being a hot sweaty mess. i’d like to look classy, not shiny. if you could work on that, i’d really appreciate it. i mean, you know i love you. i recycle here in the brook. i’m all about being green. and um, i love you. xoxo your friend, e.

(if that doesn’t work, i’m giving up on kissing ass forever. don’t tell my boss.)