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when it rains it pours.

It would seem that I have captured the attention of not one, but two seemingly nice, attractive, eligible men (i am trying to stop calling them boys) from the co-ed baseball team I joined this summer. I totally suck but at least, must look good doing so.

Two men who not only share the same last name (though not DNA thankfully), but who are also rather good friends. Two friends who from the same party across town Friday night, were each messaging me and who are (unless this is a very cruel joke on me), completely unaware of what the other is up to.

I am trying to be careful as I am somewhat of a happy fence sitter and not really sure whose backyard to go play in, but I can only see this ending badly for me and possibly 'accidently' getting a baseball to head this week.

good morning!

I set my alarm for 5:55.

Not 6:00. 5:55.

Why? Because you see, I've already planned to hit snooze, which on my blackberry pearl, amounts to five more minutes to delay the inevitable.

I do wonder if I'm a freak because I actually plan my oversleeping or if everyone does this.

Which is somewhat more amusing given that I already know that when it buzzes again for 6:00, i'm just going to think 'fuck the run', reset it and roll over till it pisses me off at 6:30. Not 6:25.

they say summer is the worst for criminal activity...

likely the best weather of what has so far been, a wet grey summer
and i'm stuck inside working
and watching some dude pull into the parking lot in a lovely classic convertible

top up.
windows up.
AC blaring.

bah.