have you ever gotten so into flossing your teeth that you sorta zone out then realize that you've been doing it for 20 minutes straight? and have you ever dreaded going out with someone to a wedding?
my teeth feel really great right now... of course, in about 2 hours the gums will probably swell up and i will look like some freak from Deliverance, but at least they feel lovely now... and no placque
by the way... i have yet to hear the wedding details from the F4... nope, i don't know what church. don't know where the reception is... don't even know what time anything is at.
one can only hope that the details won't get to me - i really don't want to go - (seeing as i have never hung out with him in my life - except if i was having dinner with his family - and haven't seen the guy in 2 years, when he showed up at one of my shows and he and his friends began heckling all the other comics and i got growled at by the owner to "keep my friends in check")
the last we spoke he said "you haven't gotten all fat-like, have you? why aren't you married - what's wrong with you? you're all old and stuff" - this coming from a 36 year old who's living with his parents. it's not like i can't make the most of things and have a good time anywhere i go, but i would rather be elsewhere. although, maybe i could make an appearance and, i don't know, somehow the fat girl could stomp on his feet when/if we dance... or maybe there's a flight of stairs placed conveniently in the building... no... no stairs... too risky. spoiled crab puff hors d'oeuvres.... yeah... that might work.
and because i said that i would accompany him (a month or so ago) i did call him yesterday and left a message asking what the plans are... please don't let him call back...
**** 10:48am - i just called this dude again... left a message... ****
"hey (insert F4's name), it's erin. it's about 10 of 11 on wednesday... not for nothing, but since you have the rehearsal dinner on thursday and i can't seem to get in touch with you... and i have no idea what time, where the ceremony is, where the reception is, not to mention that since you are in the wedding party i am not driving over wherever with you, well, it's not looking good, is it? if you still want to do this, call me..."
mumbling to myself... please don't call please don't call please don't call...
of course, my mother is like "call downstairs and ask his mother the details" (see, the F4 apparently is still using the TeenLine - kill me)
no. see, if he wasn't living at home and didn't have his mother in the same house - you know - like a normal 36 year old... i wouldn't have the luxury of calling down there. ain't gonna happen.
i think he's pissed at me because the past 3 weekends he's called me at 9pm on saturday asking me to come over and cook dinner... um... yeah... don't think so...
(watch this jackass be blowing me off. ha.)
