b.d.p. (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} _deni) wrote,@ 2008-10-20 20:22:00 |
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While I was under house arrest last week, I nearly missed the entire LA Fashion Week. Which is terrible! Thankfully, I got free just in time to go to some shows last night. I got the call from my boss at Elle about the shows at BoxEight last night -- Rojos and Kucoon. I happened to be at King's at the time, finishing up on a dinner that didn't turn out as bad as I thought it would .. considering that I was the one that made it. Or, okay, he made it but I did help out with some stuff!
Since I was already hanging out with him, I offered up the second ticket to him .. or, rather, I told him he was going to keep me company whether he wanted to or not. And he agreed. Sorry, J! I know I usually take you to this stuff, but if I'd taken the time to come back home to get you, I'd have missed the first half of the Rojos show which was .. phenomenal!
Today, I wandered to CMC for one of the last days of the LA Fashion Market. Today and tomorrow are the end of it. Then the Textile Show starts, which I'm hoping to get to go to. But we'll see.
Now, I'm going to sit down and watch 'Anne of Green Gables' because I'm a dork like that. And Gilbert Blythe is like .. the end all, be all of men. He's not exactly hot, but he's that .. adorable, good guy type. And come on! He and Anne are just too cute together. Constantly fighting with each other, being all competitive. Not to mention the fact that in 'Anne of Avonlea,' he's like .. the most dapper doctor ever. (Sorry King, you so got beat!) But whatever .. blame Canadian programming for my love of Anne Shirley and the adorable Gilbert Blythe.
PRIVATE ; NO ACCESS
I can't like him. I can't like some guy who seems so frickin' proud of being a womanizing asshole. I mean, no .. not all the time. Because .. he's not really one, he just wants everyone to think he is. And maybe he wants me to think he is, too. But I don't. Not anymore. And, well, that changes my perspective on him.
Well, it's not the only thing that changed my perspective on him. He's smart. He's funny. He's attractive as all get out. He can cook. He's trying to teach me how to cook. Far more patient than my dillhole of a brother. He's so easy to talk to. I can say stuff to him that I've never even been able to tell Jeni and .. I tell Jeni just about everything.
He's the same age as Bailey is, which is weird. He's got all these girls that want to be around him but none of them even listen to him. He's successful and mature and he already knows about my past, about my surgeries, about the cancer. He's got that adorable accent ..
No. I can't like him. He's a complete mess and I'm a complete mess and .. he'd never be interested in me like that anyway. He'll never be interested in anybody like that. He's made it pretty clear. And, I've made it pretty clear that I don't like him .. even if .. I think I do.
Dammit!
Since I was already hanging out with him, I offered up the second ticket to him .. or, rather, I told him he was going to keep me company whether he wanted to or not. And he agreed. Sorry, J! I know I usually take you to this stuff, but if I'd taken the time to come back home to get you, I'd have missed the first half of the Rojos show which was .. phenomenal!
Today, I wandered to CMC for one of the last days of the LA Fashion Market. Today and tomorrow are the end of it. Then the Textile Show starts, which I'm hoping to get to go to. But we'll see.
Now, I'm going to sit down and watch 'Anne of Green Gables' because I'm a dork like that. And Gilbert Blythe is like .. the end all, be all of men. He's not exactly hot, but he's that .. adorable, good guy type. And come on! He and Anne are just too cute together. Constantly fighting with each other, being all competitive. Not to mention the fact that in 'Anne of Avonlea,' he's like .. the most dapper doctor ever. (Sorry King, you so got beat!) But whatever .. blame Canadian programming for my love of Anne Shirley and the adorable Gilbert Blythe.
PRIVATE ; NO ACCESS
| He drowns in his dreams, an exquisite extreme, I know. He's as damned as he seems and more heaven than a heart could hold. And if I try to save him, my whole world would cave in .. it just ain't right. |
I can't like him. I can't like some guy who seems so frickin' proud of being a womanizing asshole. I mean, no .. not all the time. Because .. he's not really one, he just wants everyone to think he is. And maybe he wants me to think he is, too. But I don't. Not anymore. And, well, that changes my perspective on him.
Well, it's not the only thing that changed my perspective on him. He's smart. He's funny. He's attractive as all get out. He can cook. He's trying to teach me how to cook. Far more patient than my dillhole of a brother. He's so easy to talk to. I can say stuff to him that I've never even been able to tell Jeni and .. I tell Jeni just about everything.
He's the same age as Bailey is, which is weird. He's got all these girls that want to be around him but none of them even listen to him. He's successful and mature and he already knows about my past, about my surgeries, about the cancer. He's got that adorable accent ..
No. I can't like him. He's a complete mess and I'm a complete mess and .. he'd never be interested in me like that anyway. He'll never be interested in anybody like that. He's made it pretty clear. And, I've made it pretty clear that I don't like him .. even if .. I think I do.
Dammit!
| He's magic and myth. As strong as what I believe. A tragedy with more damage than a soul should see. And do I try to change him? So hard not to blame him .. hold on tight. - Beautiful Disaster, by Kelly Clarkson |