Well, I talked to the boy today. Bah. Didn't go so well. He was all, “Hanging out is cool, but I'm not interested in anything more.” So, meh. But, he was way cool about it. And we even talked for a while afterwards. Plus, only 4 more days of work left that I'd have to deal with seeing him and having my crush. Which is good, because he moved to the cube right in front of me. Le sigh. Pretty, pretty boy with curly hair that I'll never have.
Meh.
At least I finally said something. I'm proud of me for that. I'm not so great in the confessing of my feelings department. So, yeah, that's a plus…I suppose.
Meh.
In other news, I'm still fucking sick. Not nearly as much as yesterday…or last night, but my tummy is ANGRY. Stoopid frucking tummy anger. I swear, if it's not one body part revolting against me it's another. I should just give up now and seek out zombies. Life would prolly be easier as a zombie. So long as you had fresh brains and flesh and stuffs, you're good. You could be missing a limb, or a chin, or an eyeball…and it wouldn't so much bother you.
Though, I wonder…what it's like to die from un-death. Like, when you get shot in the head and burned while being a zombie. Or, if you starve while being a zombie. I wonder if it hurts. Or if you can even feel anything. Or if it's all just instinctual behavior – the seeking out of flesh. I wonder about zombies a lot. I have a new AIM SN for when my current one dies with my work AOL account. It's thezombieplight Cause really, they can't help it that they're zombies. It's not that they really mean to wreak havoc on civilization…it's just what they do.
Yeah, zombies are cool.