Icarus's blog: "Hope- by any other name."

I'm kinda sad that no one's here to watch me catch flies with my barehand.

I do at least 20 awesome things in a day.

And I usually just smile knowingly to myself because no one realizes I'm a ninja.

But lately that quaint self satisfaction isn't enough.

Been feeling a bit like the good china.
Nice to look at
but rarely eaten off of.

I'm just worried that my good looks are going to fade at their brief peak, and no one will have particularly taken a notice to me.

Granted as I approach 25 my lines are coming in a little bit

they don't look all that bad, I guess that optimism is coming from someone who has always had a deceptively young face.

Here I am employed, not living with my parents, educated, talented? whimsical and one handsome motherfucker to boot
I cook, I wrestle giant dogs, and I write poetry regularly, sometimes about you.
I give long loving massages, I go on errands at 5 in the morning, I can do long division in my head.

*sigh*
Damn, just love me already.

In the meantime, I think my gay indian coworker may be coming on a little...
strong
STRONG
... strong.
Gave me his number today.
>> Man I hope he just thinks I'm cool, but he is very soft spoken and gentle... and always talking to me.

I know I know
not all nancy's are queens, not all queens are nancy's
but it'd be kinda awkward if he was writing my name on his planner with lil hearts around it.

I mean fuck, sure I'm obsessed with a girl... but its different because I've curbed my urges to jump her on smoke break.

I'm catnip, but I'm really more of a dog person.

Also- my supervisor is totally down with the swirl.

Would've given him a lowfive if he knew what for and if we had "that" kind of relationship.

We do not. I'm quite convinced he doesn't like me, but not in that hostile, must make life miserable asshole boss kinda way- more like "weird kid's talking again". Different spheres, different elements I suppose. And I never do well with go-getters or A-types unless I'm working on the EXACT same thing as they are, and as an agreeable and knowledgeable (or at least trainable) underling. Hell, he might not even be Type A. He gives off some weird reads. Slacker, almost military... almost copish. Which is weird because I get Type A from all the actual ex cops in the building. He has this grin that's kinda "yeah? Fuck it, and fuck you- but we're still cool". Like I said, he's a weird read, might explain why I'm still more cautious around him than the sociopath techy.

So what actually matters here? What's in-bounds and on topic?

crushes, seemingly one-way ones, and having most of my environment figured out but one key component. *shrugs* oh- and I'm the great destroyer, where is my queen?