There was a stupid poll on abcnews "Is your Boyfriend making you fat" and I was like yes, YES! He damn well is, that bastard! Because I have gained ten pounds this year and it's all because of Tech and his horrible habit of wining and dining me, and also, his mother's cooking. I mean, damn, I should've just kept dating women because Brooklinegirl gets all in love and loses weight. Maybe there is something to this whole lesbian thing after all.

But I am not going to complain because this month we are looking for an apartment to move into -- TOGETHER (!!!) -- and I am soooo excited! He will move first, I will follow in a couple of months when my lease with Serialkarma is up and then I will simply expire from sheer happiness.

I have finally figured out my problem on Facebook: most of the guys on my friends list I have either dated and/or slept with and everytime Tech asks me how I know so-and-so I just give him this Look, and my poor long suffering darling rolls his eyes and says I DON'T WANT TO KNOW.

Good boy.



(Moving! In! With! Tech!)

Looking through my emails I discovered that this is my FIFTH YEAR participating in Yuletide. How did half a decade pass this quickly??

Cribbed from my letter last year:

Dear Wonderful Yuletide Writer,

As has been proved over and over again: I'm easy. So long as the characters I picked are in there: happy or angsty, gen or slash/het/moresome, I'll be thrilled. You can make them into fairies and I would shriek in delight. (If you found a way to give them wings, I just might die from the happiness). It'd be nice to have them all alive at the end, but hey, if you want to give them some kind of afterlife with sparkly ponies, go for it. I put more details this year in my request but by all means, if you have a story idea you're wanting to write, PLEASE give me whatever is in your brilliant imagination. I want to read your story!

THANK YOU!


(er, hi y'all. Mini life update: Still in love with Tech. Still having fun rooming with SerialKarma in our awesome house even if we want to strangle the kids downstairs. Will one day write up the story of (my Brooklyn-born & bred) Tech going to The Farm Down South to meet my entire family.)

I saw something floating around about the top ten sites one visits every day, and it got me thinking of my top ten sites:

1. Gmail. This is the first thing I check every morning, without fail. Both accounts.

2. Bank. I like to know how my money's working for me. (haha). I really just like to know if I have enough to pay the rent.

3. Livejournal. Even if I don't comment often, trust me: I'm reading and keeping up with you.

4. Facebook. Er, yeah. I have a facebook, in my real name. Actually, if any of you do as well and know me, feel free to find me. I just convinced Tech the other day to get one - he says he hates me for it, but I don't believe him. ;)

5. Gothamist. I love me some Gothamist. It's NYC-centric, but there are other "-ists" blogs that cover major cities. It's nice, neat, and convenient for local news and tidbits about the music and arts scene.

6. Consumerist. I might be a little obsessed with this site. It has helped me learn how to get the best airfares, bargain on hotel costs, and gain knowledge on how to be a savvy consumer. I highly recommend you put it on your reading rotation - plus it has links to Bargainist which may have helped fuel an overload of um, *necessary* purchases in the past couple of months.

7. Boing Boing. What I love most about this "directory of wonderful things" is that is seriously IS a directory of wonderful, diverse *stuff*. It's awesome.

8. CNN, MSNBC, and ABC News. Eh, I'll just lump all the news sites together. I have to get a fix every hour or so of what's going on in the world.

9. What would a top ten list be without Cute Overload and I Can Has Cheezburger? (answer: SAD)

10. And the last, which might have been overlooked: Google. I am at a loss as to how I procured information before Google. Seriously, *how did I survive*. I don't even wanna know how many hits a day I give them. Enough to get high forever...


What are yours?

As always there is an abundance of ridiculous stories about my job. Not to disappoint y'all or anything, but I've been applying for other jobs. I got really close on one I absolutely wanted; went through a phone interview and was told they would be in touch to set up an in-person interview. Only when they got in touch it was to inform me the position had been filled.

But! There are a couple exciting new prospects around the corner, one of which involves me doing PR for a music concert series and one that may help me get back to teaching private lessons again full time. In any event, when I (jokingly) asked Tech if he would support me if I up and quit before I secured another job, he said, "Sure. Of course I'd support you. I'd support my foot in your ass to go get another job." ♥

Now here at the Workplace of Ridiculousness, CC is in charge of supplies. So when something runs out, people bug her to replace it. (We're of staples! Order more paperclips! Envelope crisis!) Today, she walked into the kitchen and one of the guys looked at her and said, very distressed, "We're out of coffee stirrers. Do you have any more? I couldn't find a stirrer!" He held up his coffee cup, distress clear on his face. "I had to stir it with a knife."

CC looked at him, then looked at the tray full of various plastic cutlery, and asked, "Why didn't you just use a spoon?"


And in other news, I am going on a real, live, grown-up vacation with Tech. In three weeks, we are headed to San Francisco. We will be spending six straight days with only each other for company. I am in turns completely blissed out by this idea and wary someone will be maimed.

Semaphore: UR doin it wrong.

I'll admit that I might have hypochondriac tendencies. (serialkarma commences hysterical laughing). I don't run to the doctor for every little sniffle though, cause I really don't like going to the doctor at all. I'm the type of hypochondriac who gets a headache and immediately thinks I have a brain tumor, but doesn't get it checked out because of the aforementioned I don't like going to the doctor. (This in part I think stems from a traumatic childhood incident where I was forced to strip naked in the doctors office and then walk across the hall on the cold floor to get weighed, and being a rather prudish child [seriously, I was, stop laughing] it made me very uncomfortable because I was sure everyone in the waiting room could see me and I wound up vomiting purple puke all over the floor.) So basically in the last decade, I've been to a doctor maybe all of three times. I don't get sick all that often.

I haven't had anything more powerful than Tylenol in my body in that time, either, so therefore it would reason that anything I put into my body at this point is probably going to have a stronger reaction than with most other people -- it's probably been fifteen years or more since I've had any kind of antibiotic, so my insides are pretty damn clean.

( Bear with me, this is all leading to the part where I tell you that almost a month ago, I started birth control pills. )

Okay, so the point of all this was to ask y'all what method of birth control OTHER THAN THE FREAKING PILL you use, and the pros and cons. Right now my doctor doesn't want me on any pill, and brought up the idea of an IUD. Please to leave comments and help a girl out? I would like to be able to not have to use condoms, and Tech would appreciate it, too. :)

So to replace Seymour, god rest his soul, my co-workers gave me this sponge whale that's supposed to grow 64 times its original size when placed in water. So far, after four hours, it's not growing.

I emailed Tech:

>> Putting the whale in the water. You can come watch if you want. (...aaaand my favorite new euphemism is born).


Later on, I email Tech again:

>> The whale is defective. He's not growing.

Tech replies:

>> Maybe you're not rubbing it the right way.


Then CiCi made me laugh with this random observation:

"Ewww, if Hillary becomes president she'll have to sit at the same desk where Bill got a blowjob. I'd definitely rearrange THAT furniture and clean the carpets."


So the update on Tech is that he is still wonderful, still adorable, and slowly meeting more of my friends. We've moved into the next phase of our relationship where you stop having (TMI) sex five times a day (/TMI) and actually y'know, leave the house, and we're finally at the point where we get to have little tiffs and snip at each other just so we can kiss madly to make up. It's cute. :) AND! I met his parents. I know, right? MET THE PARENTS. Actually, twice now, since I went over there again for dinner this weekend. I don't know, y'all, this might be love. (Actually, it really IS love, and it's way less scary than I ever anticipated.)

Jeez, okay, I admit it -- another month has passed since I last posted, and it's all because OMG TECH IS AMAZING. It's been barely two months and we're still in that stage where you want to spend all your time together and the weekends can't get here fast enough and I still get all fluttery when I see him, etcetc, and all that other disgusting crap. Um, it's wonderful. *beams*

I sort of want to like, dance with unicorns and throw rose petals everywhere while little birds tweet and braid my hair. Tech continues to amaze me, and teach me how to be in a relationship, and we're getting through this whole "wow, we're really dating after all this time" thing fairly smoothly. I look back on Sam the Cop, and Captain aka Subway Guy and what Tech makes me realize is that oh hey, THIS is what dating and being genuinely interested in each other is all about.

So I want to tell you the story of when Tech and I went to the symphony this past Saturday night.


( Seriously, you want to read this )

Thanks to antheia's sharp eyes, we now have a confirmed movie time for Saturday!


We will be going to see Cloverfield at

AMC Loews 34th Street 14

312 W. 34th St., New York, NY 10001

showtime is: 3:30



Here is where you can get your ticket:

HERE


3:30, AMC Loews 34th St, Cloverfield, Saturday January 19th. Go forth and purchase. :)

This will give us plenty of time after the movie to wander up to the restaurant before our 6:30 reservation and also just chill out before dinner.

Can't wait to see y'all there!

Eeeee, so soon till slodwick is in town! Just wanted to update y'all on the dinner situation:


ETA: DINNER RESERVATION IS FILLED, NO MORE SLOTS AVAILABLE
Right now, I have 16 17 18 19 20 people signed up for dinner. I called for a reservation at House of Brews (51st St) and have been told that they can seat 20 of us for a 6:30 dinner time on Saturday January 19. Therefore - and I'm really sorry to have to do this - there is going to be a cap on dinner. I have FOUR THREE TWO ONE NO slot still available, first come, etcetc. As well, just so no one gets their noses out of joint, there is a possibility that we will not all be seated at the same table. The guy I spoke to was really helpful and is going to try and see what he can do, but if some of us have to be separated we can cry into our beers later. :)

So, to recap: THE FIRST FOUR PEOPLE (who are not on the following list) to respond to this post saying they want to go to dinner are in. If you show up for dinner and your name is NOT on this list, then you're on your own and I'm not responsible for getting you a seat, so don't come bitching to me. Er, wow, I am a little fiesty today but I'm just heading off any issues before they start.

Ahab99
Amberlynne
Antheia
BarelyBean
Brooklinegirl
Estrella
HetreZ
Krisdia
Lyra Sena
MrsRonWeasley
Musesfool
NotPoetry
ParAvion
RagePrufrock
Scrunchy
SerialKarma
Shayheyred
Sinoftheday
Sinsense
Slodwick


Movie Update: As of right this second, there is no listing for Cloverfield at the 34th St AMC Loews. I don't know why it wouldn't be playing there, but our backup theatre will be:

Regal E-Walk Stadium 13
247 W. 42nd St., New York, NY 10036

It's between 7th & 8th Aves, so still close to House of Brews. There is a 3:50 showing and IF the 34th St doesn't have the movie, then THAT is the one we'll be going to. I will update AS SOON AS POSSIBLE (ie, hopefully tomorrow or Wednesday) to let you know which theatre.

Okay, any more questions just ask me in the comments. Let me know if I'm forgetting anything!



ps, I got my hair cut last night and it's sooooooo cute!!

So the inestimable slodwick is coming to New York City! My excitement is such as to not be textually rendered. On Saturday January 19th we will be having a fangirl gathering that includes a movie, dinner, and LOTS of drinking.

You are more than welcome to come to all or any part of the festivities. We will be going to see Cloverfield at the AMC Loews on 34th St (at 8th Ave). Currently there are no showtimes or tickets available online. You can go HERE and request that an email be sent to you when tickets are available so that you can purchase them online before the show. This will be up to you to secure, as everyone is responsible for their own ticket. I will make another post as to the exact showtime we will be attending as the date nears. Right now we are looking at movie time starting anywhere between 3:00pm - 5:00pm.

After that, we'll pop up a few blocks to House of Brews for dinner and later, drinks. 302 W 51st Street (at 8th Ave). Dinner will be around 7:00 eta: DINNER IS AT 6:30. For this, I will need to make a reservation. If you would like to join us for dinner, please respond to this post (damn not being able to make polls) and let me know so that I can count you in. I will make another post on Friday January 18th to get a final head count.

After that, anyone who wants, please feel free to join us for drinks and fun that I'm sure will last well into the night. House of Brews is awesome: it's laid back but comfortable, with plenty of seating for everyone, good food and great drinks at reasonable prices.

So put it on your calendars! Come out and party with Slod and the rest of the gang! Saturday January 19th! And please feel free to repost and link this entry in your journals -- cause really, who DOESN'T want to spend as much time with Slod as possible?!

*pops in* Hi. I am breaking my month-long radio silence. Lest y'all think nothing has been going on in my life, let me tell you that EVERYTHING has been going on, my life has turned insideoutupsideright for the first time in a long, long time and there is, in fact, a new man.

Pretty much the day after I posted my last entry, I had a lightbulb moment, and He had a lightbulb moment, and so I started dating Tech. Yeah, the I.T. consultant from the office. It's -- I haven't wanted to share it yet because it's so different than any of the other guys from this past year, and it's been so glorious holding it close to me, having this all to myself.

Short story is this: Tech and I have known each other for a year now, he knows me, he is very attracted to me, he has been into me for MONTHS and never made a move until, well, a month ago. Um, here is where I should add that back in the summer, I tried to set him up with serialkarma. *facepalm* "SK, there is this great guy at the office, he's fun and cute and smart and you'd love him!" Um, yeah. (Thank god they met, liked each other, but neither wanted more than to be friends!)

He accepts me, he knows exactly how feisty I am, my ins and outs, and he STILL wants to be with me. Amazing. My lightbulb moment came when we all went out, and at the end of the night I turned to SK and said, "Uh, I think Tech likes me." SK gave me this look like she wanted to clock me and replied, "DUH".

Y'all, he MADLY ADORES ME. He treats me like no other man I have ever met. After he worked up the courage to ask me out on the first date, there was no question that a second, and a third, was going to happen.

THERE WERE SPARKS.

Sparks, like, I don't know, like nothing I'd ever felt and we fit in such strange and unexpected ways.

So of COURSE, er, I've had multiple freakouts: about how fast it's going, about how I am all topsy turvy inside, about how I am going to fuck it up. Then I calmed down and started accepting that this is a Relationship, and that it is Real, and of course promptly had a freakout that I wasn't freaking out.

We talked every day while I was at my parents over the holidays, and I had that moment where I realized that oh my god, I wanted to talk to him every day. I've never felt that before -- I mean, I really wanted to talk to him and coming back to NYC and seeing him was all I could think about. But hey, the accompanying freakout about that was very minor, so: progress! Because I realized that I'm ready -- I am so ready for this, and gahd, I am so fucking lucky that it's with Tech.

I'm happier than I've been in quite some time, and Tech is so good to me. So good, y'all, I can't even tell you how much he adores me and how willing he is to show me; he's so very very generous in all the best ways. He has gotten right the heck up under my skin and ... I like it.

He's fun, he's cute, he's smart, he's dorky and also he'sreallyreallygoodinbed. *delicate cough*



Up next: Updates on Fish! slodwick is coming to town and we're having a party! Expect another post from me shortly on your flist regarding the details.

And now, Updates.


Seymour: STILL ALIVE! Y'all, don't tell anyone cause it's a secret, but I've gotten attached to the little guy. After all I did to kill him, I just gotta admire his damn persistence. He's fat and happy and I've um, maybe been looking at buying him a bigger fishtank for christmas. WHAT. Fish need love, too.

Love life: What is this love of which you speak? The guy my co-worker wanted to hook me up with wasn't able to come out last week, and the other guys that were there were just, no. Kind of skeevy and too slicked up for me, and too interested in getting my phone number after a couple hours of meaningless chitchat. No, thank you. Moving on.

Potatoes: Lyra still no have more potato.

Work Crazy: I have this whole story to share about how Marguerite is trying to set me up with the guy downstairs at the deli who runs the cash register. It's been going on two months now and has seriously escalated in recent days to the point where she will sneak down there and have him call me on my extension to ask me when I am coming to say hello to him, because he cannot remember what I look like. I have been forced to have them deliver my tuna and avocado on croissant to avoid having to walk in there. It's pretty funny, all told, because Marguerite is crazy and um, I'm not going to go out with the guy from the deli, no matter that Marguerite got matching socks for us. (Yes, really.)

The I.T. guy here at work was showing me the internet hit counter today. Apparently there was one day last week when I took the cake, with 11,000+ hits. Compared to the next person with, oh, 5,000. Today I was third, thank god. While we were perusing, I realized that he could easily click a button to tell him exactly every single website that I visit in a single day. It is only a matter of time before he finds this LJ. It's probably a good thing he and I are friends and -- *waves* to Tech -- he will never EVER mention to me if he is reading this. OR TO ANYONE ELSE.

Fannish: Working on Yuletide story, pondering the fact this LJ has had no fannish content in months. Sigh. I watch tv, I swear! It's just dealing with all these fish and potatoes can really make a girl tired.

Tonight: Going to the black tie fundraiser where, last year, I met Sam the Cop. Here's hoping to keep a lower profile and getting less drunk.

Men to Swear Off: Beards and Guns.

So, HI, from this side of Thanksgiving. We had rageprufrock and yahtzee63 and my co-worker Kit over for a big feast which was absolutely delightful. Then on Saturday, because serialkarma and I are crazy, had another big party and lessee, who all came:

barely_bean, shayheyred, cmshaw, lightgetsin and Azura (did I spell that correctly?), rageprufrock, corinna_5, and hetrez. Gahd, we drank and ate eclair cake and laughed and talked about... what else? Pron! It was fantastic.


Now all y'all have been very patient with the story of Captain, so let me share a dream I had:

I dreamed that I was going to introduce him to a bunch of my friends. We're all gathered around outside a classroom that has these big windows and we're peering in, my friends asking, "is that him, is that one him?" And I'm all squinting and trying to find him, and somehow my subconscious conjures up every man with a beard that I have ever seen, because there's this room FULL of bearded men, and my girls are still all, "is that him is THAT one him?" and I'm like "God, NO, that's Morgan from Chuck!" And it was, ohmigahd. MORGAN FROM CHUCK was in my dream. Finally I spot Captain, and all is well, but MORGAN. IN MY DREAM.

I got a text from Captain on Thanksgiving: Happy Thanksgiving to you, your friends, and your taters.

Cause yeah, I'd shared with him the story of Susie no have more potato, which he found amusing. And so we're still on track for a second date, seeing a movie, I figure as soon as he gets back in town, maybe sometime this weekend.

On Monday night, right before I went to bed, I got an email from him. And really, it does not deserve to be distilled into bullet points; no, you deserve it in its entirety. It has taken me a few days, obviously, to post about this, because I had to get over my initial shock. It's one of those things where I read it, and then re-read it, and then STILL couldn't believe what I was reading. Maybe I've killed the suspense now, but here it is:



( Dear Lyra, I Am Jack's Stealth Emo )

Also, hi, I love all of you. *hugs*

Oh, Captain.

Y'all know that Captain and I did not go out this weekend because he's very busy with school and suchwhat before the holiday break, which, okay, fine, even though I'm horribly impatient and want to get the show on the road to find out if we're compatible or not. That's my biggest problem, I think, with dating and relationships. I hate all the wasting time part: BOOM, I want to go out, see if we match, and either get on with the dating or cut the losses and move on. It's the sloooow molasses dripdrip of WAITING that is killing me, going SLOWLY, and I'm right at the point where I usually get fed up; I emailed him a response to his email last Thursday, and then haven't heard from him since (I told serialkarma this morning: I am thisclose to calling it quits with Captain. I am too impatient for this mess). I mean really, five days? Someone be my voice of reason because five days radio silence is when I start telling myself he's not really into me. Although, well, I have not called him or texted him or emailed him in those five days either -- shit, this is really making my head hurt.


I bring you the following email exchange between me and SK:

Me: I didn't see Captain this morning. I'm irritated. Of course, then My Coffee Guy made my day. I asked him for a chocolate croissant (DAMN YOU, that one is all your fault) and then asked him how much it was, with the coffee, and he was like $2, $2 is fine. And I said I never felt like I paid enough and then HE was all, "You could pay nothing sweetie, and it would be worth it." It made me vaguely feel like a prostitute, but I took the compliment and ran.


SK: *dies*

You took the chocolate croissant when you ran, too, right?


Me: UM, OF COURSE I DID.

Also, this little punk -- just when I'm ready to give up, Captain emails me a few minutes ago, long and detailed and funny and while he was at WORK, and damn him. DAMN HIM.


Captain, why you gotta tug my heart strings???


ps, Seymour still lives.

As I walked down the hall this morning to my office, I felt the lingering whispers of "fiiiisssshkkiiillllerrrrr" following me, like there was an eerie presence in the air, hovering over my shoulder. When I turned around, it was just Jack. "I went and saw your fish this morning," he said, very cryptically, and then slipped into the bowels of the cubicles. The temperature dropped ten degrees and I shivered. I was very nervous about rounding the corner, looking into the fishbowl, and seeing Seymour's cold, dead, judging eyes. I came in, took off my coat, turned on the computer and took a huge swig of coffee. I felt as fortified and ready as possible. I turned to look --

Seymour, That Plucky Bastard, was STILL ALIVE.

"Seymour, you're alive," I exclaimed.

He was in an upright position at the bottom of the tank, gupping his mouth wide open. "I cannot BELIEVE this fish is still ALIVE," I said to Cici and Jeannie. They both agreed. Why he is still hanging on is a mystery to us. Clearly the prospect of joining Esta in fishy heaven holds absolutely no appeal.

Marguerite ran in at that moment. "He's alive, that fish!" We all gathered around and stared at him for a little while.

Every now and then he would make a heroic swim to the top but it took so much out of him that he floated backward down onto his back. He stayed upside down for awhile before getting himself upright again. He's repeated this numerous times in the past couple of hours. Even now he's flapping his little fins and makes it halfway up the tank, and then sinks back down and bonks his little fish face on the rocks. His back tails fins are more perky today, though, and he hasn't once laid on his side.


I think this little bastard is going to live.



ETA Thanks to Shay, I realized that I neglected to inform of the events on Friday afternoon. Indeed, I broke down and cleaned the tank on Friday afternoon; it was an arduous endeavor that left me nauseated and elbow deep in disgusting fish poopy water, but clean it I did. The tank sparkled and shined and then I put in fresh water into which I lovingly placed Seymour. I blessed him and said my goodbye, and departed for the weekend.

Yes yes, this is two work stories in one day, because just as I finished posting the last one, I turned around to say good morning to Seymour and he was lying sideways at the bottom of the tank.

I gasped and covered my mouth, stood up quickly and ran over to Cici and Jeannie. "The..fish...Seymour," I gasped out and they ran to the tank and both turned to me and said as one, "FISHKILLER!" I still had my hands clapped over my mouth and was doubled over when Jeannie remarked, "I can't tell if you're about to cry or laugh."

I couldn't tell either.

( Let me back up to last week )

Yesterday brought the return of the potato.

I've been hankering for a potato along about a month now. Ever since Little Corporal shot me down the last time, I've been treading the debate of when and where to order a potato with care. It seemed best to wait until he was out of the office lest any grudges he might hold against the potato be taken out on me.

Around lunchtime, Cici asked if I wanted to order with her and Marguerite. Sure, I say, where're y'all getting food? Cici hands me the menu for Susie's Kitchen. "Hmmm," I ponder. "They have chili. I'd like some chili, chili sounds good doesn't... OH MY GOD THEY HAVE BAKED POTATOES."

With Little Corporal out of the office yesterday morning and not due back until the afternoon, I asked Cici to order me a potato and chili because by dammit, I was going to have my stuffed potato.

Cici orders and I wiggle happily in my chair, just thinking about the great big stuffed potato coming my way.

( But lo, the potato was not to be )

MY JOB, sometimes I don't even know...

Here is the line I typed just now, and let me tell you it took me to a bad place:


Repair damaged switch leg in 3-way.



I can haz durty mind?

Yesterday morning I met Captain at the station and we rode in together to work, chitchatting away. And he's just. so. cute, with his shaggy hair and soft beard (omg, y'all I am dating a man with a BEARD. It's very trim and neat, but I mean... really? I'm attracted to this man??) and have I mentioned how gorgeously crinkly his eyes are when he smiles? And he has nice hands. Um, anyway, I'd worn my little red dress with a black jacket and when he saw me he kind of smiled and was all, "you look really pretty today." I'd had to wear my glasses as well, since my contact order isn't coming for another couple of days. I think Captain digs chicks with glasses. \o/. I think another guy at the station digs chicks with glasses as well, because when I got to the platform I caught this dude's eye, and er. He was HOT and I was all Jeezums, how did I ever miss this one? And then he smiled at me and kind of stared and then Captain walked up and the new guy turned back to his paper.

I was relaying the story to my co-workers and they said I should put up a sign on the platform:

For a good time, STAND HERE.


You know. Or not. *laughs*

I did feel a little more fluttery when I saw Captain, which is a good sign, I think. We're going out again this weekend; cross your fingers! I called my mother to tell her about the first date.

"I just didn't feel any sparks," I said to her and she immediately groaned.

"Lyra," she said, sighing, "you've never felt any sparks, you're not going to feel any sparks, good GRIEF, for thirty-two years now you've been SPARKLESS and if you think you're going to find sparky now forget it and just date the guy."


Um. It's frightening how well our mothers know us, isn't it? *hides*

Captain even kissed me goodbye at his stop; I was thinking oh GOD, we're THAT COUPLE, the couple who is OBLIVIOUS to everything around them and you have to shove them out of the way because they're all stupid googly at each other and you kind of want to stab them, except when you are That Couple, you don't even HEAR anything around you because you're so focused on each other and smiling and leaning just so that for that one moment you just don't care. And I DIDN'T care. He's so cute I cannot EVEN.