Things here are a little weird. Busy with the runaround, and very strange.
I'm back to work on my novel-- making positive progress, which I adore.
Boy Wonder is still, well, there. The shine on his armor though is becoming a little dull, so I headed out for drinks & a movie and then to L.A. last week with this guy (whom we shall refer to as New York) I met last Sunday. He's a smooth-talking production manager who rubs the wrong way.
In fact, you could almost say he rubbed like a used car salesmen.
You could say that.
I won't.
But you could.
New York is taking me to the Del Mar Fair on Saturday.
I couldn't tell you why I agreed.
He's actively trying to steal my life.
Exhibit A:
I say: "I'm applying for this [insert job description here]"
He says: "Man. That sounds awesome. I think I'll apply for it too!"
I say: "Uhm.... excuse me?"
He says: "What, are you afraid of a little competition?"
Go get fucked.
Exhibit B:
I say: "Actually, I think I'm going to have to put in my 45 day notice to my landlord tomorrow."
He says: "Oh, really? When would you move out by?"
I say: "I'd be out by August 1st."
He says: "Hey, if you put in your notice, could you let me know? I really like your place, and think it'd be great to move in there."
Asshole.
Oh, and he calls me Pork Chop.
The good news is, he is once again making Boy Wonder look shiny new.
on Love-leaves.