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Mar. 13th, 2008 09:46 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
janegodzillaYou know, aside from those few times when I was completely without internet access, I think this is the longest I've gone without posting. Weird! And probably unimportant!
Heh, I don't know. Work's been running me ragged lately, and the time change threw me off even more. I caught myself staring at the clock yesterday, trying to figure out what the numbers 2:35 actually meant. Obviously, they meant something, but for the life of me I couldn't figure out what it was. Two? Thirty-five? What? It was like trying to read binary. I'm sure I didn't help matters by staying out until four in the morning, but that's just Tuesdays. One of these days, I'm just going to say "fuck it" and schedule a personal day for Wednesday so I can just spend the night at Nate's and sleep in until eleven the next day (he works the brunch line Saturdays and Sundays, so his "weekend" is Tuesday and Wednesday...it's a little crazy, but we seem to be making it work).
Our relationship at the moment is one of those strange, ambiguous things where it's not entirely clear what we are and I don't know whether I should think of him as a boyfriend or not. It's not that the ambiguity bothers me -- to my immense surprise, I'm actually okay with it -- but I have to call him something when I talk about him to people, and lately I've been referring to him mostly as "Nate, this guy I'm dating." For some reason, this seems to confuse everyone. The "I'm dating someone" thing seems to shock them just as much as the "I'm dating a GUY" thing, so...I don't know. Maybe I just come off as really introverted and asexual to everyone? I have no idea!
And really, it's not that big a deal. I'm 99.99% certain that he's not seeing anyone besides me and he seems to genuinely enjoy my company, so that's really the important thing right there. Everything else will work itself out in time. *nod*
For your general amusement, have some brain-breaking conversations I overheard in the lunchroom yesterday:
Associate: No! No! There is no fucking way that a German Shepard and a, a POODLE are of the same goddamn species! There's just no way!
Me: ...
Associate: What?
Me: ...dude.
Associate #1: But it can't just be the breeding thing. A wolf and a dog can mate, can't they? And they have puppies or whatever. Same thing with a donkey and a horse.
Associate #2: Yeah, but mules are sterile.
Associate #1: So the fuck what? They can still fucking breed, can't they? So what would happen if a human had sex with an ape?
Associate #2: He'd go to jail, obviously.
Associate #1: (exasperated) No, besides that.
Me: Wow.
Associate #1: What?
Heh, I don't know. Work's been running me ragged lately, and the time change threw me off even more. I caught myself staring at the clock yesterday, trying to figure out what the numbers 2:35 actually meant. Obviously, they meant something, but for the life of me I couldn't figure out what it was. Two? Thirty-five? What? It was like trying to read binary. I'm sure I didn't help matters by staying out until four in the morning, but that's just Tuesdays. One of these days, I'm just going to say "fuck it" and schedule a personal day for Wednesday so I can just spend the night at Nate's and sleep in until eleven the next day (he works the brunch line Saturdays and Sundays, so his "weekend" is Tuesday and Wednesday...it's a little crazy, but we seem to be making it work).
Our relationship at the moment is one of those strange, ambiguous things where it's not entirely clear what we are and I don't know whether I should think of him as a boyfriend or not. It's not that the ambiguity bothers me -- to my immense surprise, I'm actually okay with it -- but I have to call him something when I talk about him to people, and lately I've been referring to him mostly as "Nate, this guy I'm dating." For some reason, this seems to confuse everyone. The "I'm dating someone" thing seems to shock them just as much as the "I'm dating a GUY" thing, so...I don't know. Maybe I just come off as really introverted and asexual to everyone? I have no idea!
And really, it's not that big a deal. I'm 99.99% certain that he's not seeing anyone besides me and he seems to genuinely enjoy my company, so that's really the important thing right there. Everything else will work itself out in time. *nod*
For your general amusement, have some brain-breaking conversations I overheard in the lunchroom yesterday:
Associate: No! No! There is no fucking way that a German Shepard and a, a POODLE are of the same goddamn species! There's just no way!
Me: ...
Associate: What?
Me: ...dude.
Associate #1: But it can't just be the breeding thing. A wolf and a dog can mate, can't they? And they have puppies or whatever. Same thing with a donkey and a horse.
Associate #2: Yeah, but mules are sterile.
Associate #1: So the fuck what? They can still fucking breed, can't they? So what would happen if a human had sex with an ape?
Associate #2: He'd go to jail, obviously.
Associate #1: (exasperated) No, besides that.
Me: Wow.
Associate #1: What?