||Death on Two Legs ~ Queen
Yeah, so I waited *days* for Viktor to call me. I kind of wanted to test him a bit before tomorrow. You see, I guess you could say that the fate of the planet rested on his shoulders, not that he cares.
HE'S SO INCONSIDERATE! I mean, really... I am head over heals, and he doesn't even try to call me... or e-mail me or anything. I mean, well, maybe he doesn't know that I have an e-mail address (I do, Viktor!!)
Anyway, I'm over him. I invited him to come to the circus with me (did he respond? Of course not!), but, when that didn't pan out, I invited this guy, Charlie.
Okay, FINE, so he's not really a "guy"... until 2:30 pm today Charlie was my neighbors' pet armadillo. Not that it mattered to me, mind you. He was still better company than some people I know (Viktor, Viktor, Viktor, Viktor, Viktor, Viktor, Viktor, Viktor, Viktor, Viktor, Viktor, Viktor, Viktor, Viktor, Viktor, Viktor, Viktor, Viktor, Viktor). Really, I was able to get over the fact that he couldn't speak English or hold a fork relatively quickly. I used Body Shaper to make him just right, and, let me tell ya, Charlie was HOT-With-Two-T's!! He's about 5'2", 165 lbs., he has brownish-blondish hair (and he is *really* hairy!), he has eyes that sort of shift between brown and brownish-green and he has a voice like a lawn mower. Honestly, if this thing with Viktor doesn't pan out, I won't be too upset--Charlie's JUST my type. Except for that not-being-able-to-talk thing.
Yeah, okay, so I *know* everyone can see through my paper-thin facade. I miss Viktor so much... but he really makes my blood boil, so if I don't hear from him by noon tomorrow, I'm pressing The Button. Luckily I'll be able to watch the show from my 6th floor window back at the office. Nobody can imagine how happy I am that the Heads in Charge decided not to build in Connecticut like they'd originally planned.
Oh, the circus was cool. I'm saving all of the carnies from the destruction of the planet. It would be a tragedy to lose such an asset.