#631 To Taking Responsibility:

All things considered, Sigma and I basically have to take some responsibility for FF University’s loss today to Up North.

 

Other than the fact that FF University played like crap, the officiating was terrible, and we didn’t deserve the win anyway.

 

But alas, Sigma accidentally wore Up North’s colors today, and in her words; I did go on a date with their media services coordinator last night.

 

He did buy after all, so there’s really no way to not call it a date.

 

To FF University, sorry, not sorry. I don’t regret it at all.

 

It so sucks that he lives to damn far away, because he’s such a good guy and he’s definitely my type (blatantly ignoring the age difference here).

 

I really hope I can work things out and make it to the conference tourney in March so we can hang out for the weekend.

 

Everything in me is telling me he’s interested.

 

And not even in the Spike or Captain Cubicle sense,
Snarky

#604 To The Weirdest Wake-Up Text I’ve Ever Received:

Spike is by far one of the most ridiculous men I’ve ever met.

 

And I’ve known Captain Cubicle for three and a half years.

 

Sure, I’m used to Spike’s rather….suggestive texts that he sends me, but when they’re used as a morning wakeup call (okay, nearly afternoon, but it’s vacation so I’m allowed to sleep in), it’s a little hard to wrap my head around.
Because I’m half asleep,
Snarky

#603 To It Just WAS A Coincidence:

Probably.

 

Maybe

 

Back in Post #543, I griped about the unsettling coincidence that Spike posted a vague, motivational Facebook status right after I did, and I disliked how coincidental that was.

 

Well, after seeing yet ANOTHER motivational Facebook status from the man, I think it might have just been a coincidence.

 

And I also think that the man is a human fortune cookie.

 

Interesting,
Snarky

#601 To Brunch With The Girls:

Was lucky enough to see all my girls for a slightly overpriced brunch today.

I’ve missed them all, Flo, Ruthie, Liz, Indy, and Barca.

And I had a lovely heart-to-heart with Liz concerning life, the universe, and Captain Cubicle.

All the girls know about that one.

I filled them in on the back-story behind Spike too. It’s only fair.

Though apparently, they were taken aback at some of the semi-naughty texts he’s sent me.

I guess with all my naughty conversations with Captain Cubicle that they really don’t faze me much,
Snarky

#599 To Peculiarities Of British Television Shows:

Now, it’s probably because I’m American, and I’m used to television shows having long and drawn out story arcs that last for about twenty or so episodes, so I also seem to be surprised when I find a good British show that has a rather short season.

 

Torchwood’s short. Two seasons (series’) of thirteen episodes each, plus series three, which was fives episodes (though I pretend that pesky last one doesn’t exist and replace it with my own reality where Ianto doesn’t die. I’ll admit, I haven’t exactly watched it, and I don’t plan to. Twin filled me in well enough), and series four (the somewhat disappointing one) had ten.

 

Billie Piper (aka Rose, my favorite companion from Doctor Who, though, I don’t want to incite a war between the Martha and Donna fans, I love them both as well, I just love Rose the most) and her show Secret Diary of a Call Girl also has short series’, but tonight, I discovered one that takes the cake.

 

Sherlock.

 

Three episodes per season, with the first episode of the second airing yesterday.

 

At least the episodes are long, so it’s kind of like two each.

 

And this version of Sherlock, I don’t know what it is, but his eyes are amazing and his voice just sends me to a happier place.

 

Which is definitely what I need right about now, because I am in some SERIOUS turmoil concerning the games Spike has been playing lately.

 

I should talk to Best Friend about it.

 

I’ll text her first thing tomorrow, see what she’s up to.

 

But now, back to Sherlock,
Snarky

#583 To FF University Athletics’ Facilities Staff:

Don’t get me wrong, they’re fantastic as all things, but good lord do they take FAR too much entertainment by driving us in the media services department NUTS.

 

Of course, by us I more of less just mean SWM and me.

 

Beyond the whole disconcerting-ness that is them ALL, including and especially the ones who don’t speak to me, giving me the judging looks that I can only relate to Spike, or that when Spike knows I’m working, he’ll intentionally (about 99% sure on this) leave the stacks of chairs that belong on the court in the middle of the hallway next to our office for me to trip over, but there’s also the fact that they just give us shit ALL the time.

 

Or like tonight, when Less gave SWM and I crap for leaving the camera on in the media room after postgame, and Bear (event management coordinator) could see and hear Less (Spike and his compatriots’ boss) and I moving around and talking after the press conference.

 

It’s not like we actually said anything bad, or that anyone outside the department actually watches the darn thing, but must they give us crap?

 

I mean, there’s no way I’m touching the camera.

 

I don’t want to risk breaking things, and then having to suffer Webs’ wrath.

 

Not that he’s all that wrath-full, but still,
Snarky

 

P.S. I wonder how long it’s going to take for this story to get back to Spike (seeing as how he and his compatriots MUST gossip like a bunch of women) and for him to text me and give me shit about it.

 

Clock starts now.

 

I’m betting on either a less-than-sober text three in the morning, or sometime tomorrow afternoon.

#580 To The Type Of Person I Am Not:

If I were the person to post song lyrics in my Facebook status, which I am not, because I have friends who are trolls, and it’s best to give them as little about myself to mock as possible (Logic and Moses, I’m talking to you), then I would probably post some lyrics out of La Roux’s song Bulletproof.

 

Specifically, the line saying “And life’s to short for me to stop, oh baby your time is running out”.

 

Of course, I won’t post it for a couple reasons:

 

One: I’ve trained myself out of actually expressing myself through my Facebook statuses thanks to Logic and Moses’ torture (this also explains the existence of the blog).

 

Two: While I know Captain Cubicle has the memory of a goldfish with ADD, I’m pretty sure he remembers that the song was part of a round of ‘Google That Song Lyric’ from months and months ago, and I wouldn’t want him to think I’m talking about him.

 

One of the interesting things about this new phase of friendship between Captain Cubicle and I is that we can have the longest conversations while saying absolutely nothing.

 

But back on topic, and cheesy as it is, song lyrics would be to Spike.

 

Because really, I’m at the point where I’ve just about given up on thinking that anything is going to happen with him.

 

It’s obvious to everyone, including him, that I’m interested, and yet still nothing.

 

Prove me wrong.

 

Just prove me wrong.

 

Because I’m done wasting my time,
Snarky

#569 To Totally Unfair:

Spike, calling me out on the fact that I’m very much to deprived and need to get laid (see Post #563 for further proof) is no fair because I’ve come to learn about how you are.

 

Wallowing in annoyance now, because you are definitely all talk, and no action.

 

And don’t think I’m not going to call you on that the next time you tell me about getting me naked.

 

Really, it’s put up or shut up time,
Snarky

#567 To My Uncle:

Making fun of my text message ringtone was only funny the first thousand times you did it this vacation.

It’s not my fault Spike’s chatty because he wants me back in town.

Almost happy this vacation is ending,
Snarky

#563 To The Question Of The Night:

So, we’re having an extremely overpriced dinner at Teatro ZinZanni and what I really want to know is why all the hot, flexible guys all have to be gay?
#drunkandneedtogetlaid,
Snarky

 

P.S. #toobadSpikeis1000milesaway

 

P.P.S. #butCaptainCubicleisonly500milesout

 

P.P.P.S. #drat

 

P.P.P.P.S. Why the hell am I using hashtags? What the hell does drunk!Snarky think this is, Twitter?