work was frustrating today. just me and tina fighting our way through an ad load meant for six people. everyone else was out on vacation or personal time. however, the privacy allowed me to do something i would've never done had our full staff been there: i took the opportunity to ask tina about the cute boy over in editorial.

a few weeks ago, cute boy and i exchanged glances in the men's room, which left me intrigued but rather puzzled since my gaydar is under new warranty. and since tina has a lot of, um, "office information" (her husband works in editorial, so she gets the gossip from both sides of the newspaper), i figured she'd be the one to ask. i prefaced my question by telling her i didn't mean to be inappropriate, to which she replied, "not at all." she said she wasn't sure since cute boy had been working there only slightly longer than me. she then proceeded to ask me about coming out, about religion and why i can't tell my parents, and about what it's like to be 25 and only just figuring all this out. i believe the word i used to summarize it was "frustrating."

steph and i went out tonight. i had to pick up chicago at circuit city, and while i was there, i found the murderous-snowman flick jack frost on DVD for $6.99. the rape-by-carrot-nose scene is worth that much alone. it's the little things, you know? so that really made my day.

we got home just in time for big brother. and then i remembered that tuesday nights are when boy meets boy is on, so we watched that. it figures that: A) that sean guy, who several friends have said looks like me, actually does sort of look like me; B) i became extremely taken with sean over the course of the episode; C) sean was eliminated from the show at the end of the episode; and D) sean turned out to be straight. it's no wonder i stink at this gay thing.

quote of the day: "here's a quote: FUCK YOU!" steph, in response to my assertion that she gave me so many terrific quotes over the course of the evening, i'd forgotten them all.