Thanks to clues from Greg, I found the boy from last night on Myspace, wrote him and deleted that missed connection, and oh my god, how I want to make out with him.

Let's just say, I am gellin' again, mixed with a decent amount of caffeine and it is under this fog, that I am about to go see a screening of the John Cameron Mitchell movie, Shortbus.

I have a working phone again, and so if you haven't, you should give me your number so I can drunkenly text message you early in the am about boys like this one, this Ryan, or you know, whoever it is tomorrow that I have an insane crush on.