hee!

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so yeah... tonight

tonight othercat and i met up with princess valium at basically a random pub and you will never guess who was there.

okay the more astute of you will guess... yup. climber guy.

NO nonononono

NOT hot climber guy (aka hcg) who seems like an excellent and most interesting human and incidentally a hot guy that climbs.

okcupid climber guy that dated princess valium and i within days of each other and then foolishly told us... which end result? she and i are now hanging out again and he didn't get to bang either of us.

this is rather satisfying.

amusing factoid number one?
neither of us thinks that he's hot anymore.

number two?
i've dropped a size or two since then and buffed up and she is looking happy and beautiful!

number three?
*snerk*
as she and i walked by his table on the way back from the can i did this little half step jig thingy and then half turned to her and went 'wait ... is that...?'

and she goes 'yes, yes it is'

and we both burst out laughing and walk on.

we don't actually care if he heard us or noticed. we're just happy cause it was hilarious to us and we can assume that he's been dissed and he knows it.

all is well with the world.
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you know that expression be careful what you wish for?

well it's true.

i am teaching so much that i can't get any sleep. i don't have time to shop or to hang out with my friends or to adequately blog or to surf lavalife or to go climbing as much as i want to or to take pilates classes (the ones i wish to take are all during classes i teach) or to WRITE UP INVOICES!

and it's not like i'm making any more cash because my car has informed me that it's been nice to me for long enough and i have to buy it some parts.

which okay.

it's helpful that it's christmas and there's probably cash coming from my folks (read car parts). also that my car waited until the second i could afford it (not a second more *grumble*) to break instead of breaking in the summer when i couldn't pay for it.

a couple of clients paid for ten sessions in advance which pads the checkbook a little but still. i have no fucking money and i'm working all the time and i'm exhausted. also i still have to pay for studio time for them for a month or two even though i got the money now.

i can't complain yo i really can't. i'm doing something that i love. something that feels like a calling and a personal quest. i enrich people's lives and give them hope and this is by far the best job that i've ever had.

it's just also the hardest.

which fair enough right?
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oh man ladies. there's a new man at work and he's fucking beautiful. so beautiful in fact that i FORGOT WHAT I WAS SAYING when i was talking to him. he came to my class and then started asking me questions about certifying and the like and we talked for like an hour and seriously. i forgot how to talk a few times.

i was literally mesmerized by his beauty.

how the fuck does this happen?

i don't think i've been this stunned by a man's looks in months and maybe years before that. it was kind of amazing.

also he plays the accordion and he's nice and interesting and that makes him hot.

why didn't i meet men like that when *I* was his age? *sulk*
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oh man... pretzels and nutella.

so fucking good.
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oh fine elle, since you asked *grin* he's 6 or 6'1 and he's got a shock of dark hair and narrow hips paired with broad shoulders. just enough wrinkles at his eyes to look not 12 and not so many that he looks old. beautiful arms, listens intently and smiles easily and yet slowly...

same kinds of lines around his mouth as around his eyes. eyes which are that indeterminate color near brown but not actually there and seems pretty smart too.

perfect for you since he's 26 :)

also? did i mention the arms?

gawd i'm such a shallow bitch sometimes!
:)
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okay my drunk ass is going to bed for at least 9 hours.