...I got nothin.

There's a guy at work who's been "flirting"/making advances to me, but I honestly can't tell whether or not he's serious. And neither can anyone else. See, he does this to everyone in a joking mannor, but he seems to be gravitating towards me moreso lately. Plus, he grabbed my butt in the caf today, which was... Well, I didn't not like it... I think he'd be fun, though, but I'm reminded of the episode of Sex and the City called "games people play" guest staring the uber-delish Jon Bon Jovi... he meets Carrie in her therapists office, and after hitting it off, they discover that his problem is that he loses intrest in women after he sleeps with them. Hers: always picking the wrong guy. Sarah and I used to joke that Sex and the City was the HBO version of my life. I guess we were right...

In other news: I've been having very strange, very vivid dreams recently. Some about men, some about women. The ones about men have been very stark, very deeply emotional, and leave me feeling...almost hollow, but in an imagined way. These men I dream about: one was my perfect soul mate. He looked like Zach from The OC. The next was a computer geek who lavished me with gifts, loved me to the depths of his soul, but was involved in a coke-smuggling operation. The last was... well, familliar to most of you, and may actually read this. Need a hint? We appeared to be playing a Virtual Reality version of Dungeons and Dragons on Crack, and he spent the majority of the dream picking me over Tori Amos, who was throwing herself at him rather openly. Oh, I had a dream about him earlier, as well. I was trying to make room for a bunch of kids to move into our house, and he was watching me from a picnic table outside, but I ignored him. Then later, he came to me from my driveway, huged me and kissed me. It felt SO real. This is the problem I'm having:

See, I think that by being away from him, I'm starting to get over him. Maybe. I was sure that I was, but every time I think I am, he comes into my dreams, and it feels real. It's like my subconcious telling me not to let go just yet. Or there's a deeper meaning, like not letting go to something I feel strongly towards that I've been gravitating away from, like my music and theatre stuff. OR, he could represent the north, and how something there is waiting for me with open arms and anticipation... I don't know.

There was also the hot, hot, HAWT dream I had about me and Cassandra in the showers at work... but I don't think that represented anything more than repressed sexual frustration.

Did you know that I can both read in my dreams, and I dream in vivid colours? both are supposed to be impossible! Or, so I heard.

Anyways, NaNoWriMo will have to wait until another day. For those interested in figuring out what the hell I'm talking about before I start talking about it, visit www.nanowrimo.org.

Off to bed.

Coming soon: SparkyintheChocolate, the "Damned Women Drivers" and golf cart polo!