Supe just brought up how close the Cute Guy From Up North and I are, and how that was a bit of a surprise to him.
I have literally been waiting for him to ask about that since last year at the conference tourney with all the hanging out we did then.
Funny and awkward,
Really, what am I supposed to say to that?
Snarky
Conversations with Captain Cubicle are strange and abrupt.
Always.
At the same time, those habits and that man drive me up the freaking wall sometimes.
How am I supposed to know if I’m going to see him Thursday, after he asks me if I’m going to be at the game, or not if he poofs off Facebook chat before replying?
Blah.
Silly man,
Snarky
That would be the fact, as usual, I know nothing about dealing with men.
Especially Spike.
It doesn’t help that I am even more confused by our little conversation about ownership of the court (he says I was pacing through ‘his’ area), and me asking where his name is, to have him say it was ‘on the black part’ and then my comment that the only black currently in the area is me and then he got that stupid grinny look again.
That’s just all I freaking get from him.
Boys are so frustrating.
Gah,
Snarky
The by-play between Flipper and Sigma, plus commentary from SWM was completely and totally hysterical, and if I could have recorded it and transcribed everything I totally would.
Basically, Flipper was complaining to Sigma and SWM about the colors in our e-mag, and how they are wrong, and if he could get a color spectrometer, he could prove it.
Mini-Me, New Intern, and I were having the hardest time not cracking up.
Color spectrometer is the new word of the day,
Snarky
It’s just too amusing.
Mini-Me and New Intern were talking about one of her swimmers, and how he’s going to be the next Michael Phelps (probably true. The records that kid broke this weekend were ridiculous), and I made an offhand comment about someone mentioning that they met him recently.
It only hit me a half-second after I said I didn’t remember who, that I remembered who.
Captain Cubicle.
And Mini-Me said he remembered the same thing, but also was as vague as I was.
He so knows, and he also knows that I know.
I am amused,
Snarky
Considering that a lot of what I have to go on concerning relationships is based off three years of ridiculousness with Captain Cubicle, it really comes to an unexpected and pleasant surprise that Spike actually remembers things we talk about in previous conversations in more detail than say…other people.
Of course, I have a photographic memory in comparison to Captain Cubicle.
And sure, all it was was Spike giving me shit about whether or not I’d gotten my laundry done, but the fact that he actually remembered one of my more offhand comments from a conversation we had last week really hit me a little bit out of left field.
Hmm. I wonder how long it’s going to take me to get my ass and tell him he needs to just ask me out already.
God knows Best Friend thinks this has gone on for too long anyway,
Snarky
Her Boy and I were talking about how similarly stressed 103 and I have been, and we both realized that 103 and I totally stressed away last month’s visit from Mother Nature because we were both so busy with our respective jobs.
That totally explains why we’ve both been so much more miserable this time around.
I mean, I don’t usually take four and a half hour naps during the week (that would be yesterday, and when I saw it was eleven-thirty, decided that screw it, I should just go back to bed).
It just needs to be over so I can start feeling like me again,
Snarky
(With someone who isn’t Twin).
Spike and I had an argument this afternoon over whether or not celery is actually disgusting.
Eventually the argument shifted to peanut butter (which totally tops my list of ew!).
So random,
Snarky
First of all, they’re so much better when done in person.
Secondly, I need to make a mental note to find out if Spike has any similarly attractive friends to set her up with.
Oh, and we’ve both decided that Captain Cubicle is definitely closer to the homosexual side of the spectrum.
More power to him,
Snarky
Yes, yes, I know that I stress myself into these things every time I have a major paper, but good lord, can you PLEASE go away while I suffer through this day?
Two late nights in a row is no fun unless they’re like the first one was.
I could definitely stand to have another late night conversation with Spike.
Or maybe something more.
Yeah, definitely something more,
Snarky
