I've been totally snotty and barfy for 7 days. I am pretty tired of being sick and cooped up inside. On Friday on my way home from work I think it finally took its toll because I almost started crying as I was walking home. Dramatic I know, but I can't help it. Now that the weather is turning I'm hoping I'm over being all thyphoid mary.

Then to top off my pity party I can't shake the Joshr thing. Is it because I want what I can't have or because I really liked him? Either way I need a random hook up asap to get this crap out of my system. I'm never like this about boys!

Thank god im getting out of nyc for a vaca soon. All of this pollution is really starting to cloud my brain..

I pre ordered the new Arcade Fire. Boy oh boy is it good. I'm doing the chair dance right now. As a bonus I got this sweet free CD:




And a Trading Card (?). I need to find some Brooklyn hipsters who also have these trading cards because I now have two of the Walkmen. Bueller?

So I'm 99.9% sure I'm getting dissed by the programmer dork. I'm super sad about it. We had tenative plans on Thursday, and he never called. At the time it was fine because I was barfy mcbarf with the flu. So Friday I called and left a message saying "hi, give me a call if you want to hang out this weekend." Now 24 hours later, no call back. I really don't get it. He seemed like he was into me. I mean he hung out w me and my sister, called after said he had a good time. After every time before when we hung out he said how much fun he had. I just got a feeling that he liked me. Apparently not. Maybe I'm crazy and he'll really call, but still whats the story with not calling before? I seriously don't get it.

Due to my whole boys suck mood I'm trying to keep busy. This is leading to me tearing apart my closet and organizing everything. I guess at least if im getting the diss my sweaters will be organized.

So yesterday in between barfing I caught up on Bravo's Top Design. I felt like I needed a dose of gay and drama to make me feel better. It was totally doing the trick until during one of the challenges Jon was all "So I love your cabana and I'm looking at it and I'm thinking St. Tropez St. Tropez, then OH MY GOD BUFFALO" and he has this bad look on his face. Kinda like Buffalo to him is the worst insult he can spew out at the designers. Well F you Mr. Adler. It takes a shit load of talent to make a bunch of white cermaic vases that look like I could buy them at Target or Ikea. It's so sad because I actually own an orginal Jonathan Adler, and I'm torn between displaying one of the only pieces of orginal art I own and not displaying it because he insulted B'lo.

Also boys. Or I should say boy, not plural. I've totally been crushing on this one computer programmer dork boy (no not paul) and he said he was going to call yesterday and then he didn't. We were suppossed to hang out. It didn't matter so much at the time because I had a fever and the flu and was not really ok. But still. Now that I'm fine I'm wondering why he didn't call. I hate when I get all crazy girl, but seriously call if you say you're going to call. Ugh. This is going to drive me nuts now.

So for the first time since I'd say about the 90's I didn't hate Valentine's Day. The thing is I didn't get a huge bouquet of flowers or any expensive gift. I ate take out and hung out. The thing that made it the best was the dude. He was so adorable and awesome. I'm pretty sure I have a crush on him. So we hung out all night, and then I was like I should go and he looked at me like I was nuts. So I spent the night and we snuggled (and other things) all night. Then I go to get up and go to work and yeah that didn't happen. Back to bed for more fun. He cooked me breakfast AND lunch. He showed me his collection of programming books signed by the author (I wanted to die it was so cute and dorky). And then we were sitting there, and he just looked over and said (out of the blue) "I'm sorry about your dad." The thing is no one has ever said that to me before. Not that I need anyone to. But it just kinda blew me away. After that I was sold.