kiwifruit's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Kiwi makes the right decision - call the press! Sunday, 1:13 pm. Possibly the nicest day we have had all year outside. Sunny, a cool breeze but still warm. Each burst of air feels as though it is kissing your skin. Ah. And here I am, in the "cave". My desk is located in a dark little corner of the office. Here in the cave, one never knows what time it is, whether it is day or night, whether the world is ending outside or continuing to exist as we left it when we stepped inside, one never knows if it is sunny or hailing or if frogs are falling from the sky. D and I are here attempting to work but so far all we have done is snoop around everyone's desks and gossip. I am waiting for my second ice-coffee to be delivered before I delve in to status reports and other such fun stuff. Last night I broke things off with Michael (Investment Banker). It sucked, but I know it was the right thing to do. I was totally in control and feeling fine until I had to do the bag packing thing ... then I cried. And so did he. It is not that I love him. It is that I wish I did. Hell, I basically just wish things were different. But they are not. And I haven't given up hope on meeting some guy that really is everything I want (or at least CLOSE to everything - let's not be unrealistic here). So last night D & I went out with a friend of hers who is moving to the city. Girls night thing. Basically feed Kiwi so many Cosmopolitans she doesn't think about the fact that she just dumped a guy who looks extremley good on paper. D and I, being experienced in the powers of Cosmos held back, unfortunatley Jenny was not so lucky. So actually the evening turned in to making sure Jenny didn't tip over or offend anyone too much. Still, it was fun. We went to Blackstar Lounge (love this place), and then to West 8th to see our friend who manages the club (West 8th on West 8th street - get it? Feh.) The music was good and we danced (of course I was wearing my red snakeskin 5 inch heels - ugh. I have to say I am quite skilled at maneuvering in them). As is always the case after you break up with someone - there were NO MEN. Well ... okay, there were men, but none worth our spit. A bunch of frat boy look alikes, two guido-esque types who were trying to pick up on everything in a skirt, a pack of trend-oids in Prada Sport outfits ... yuck. Welcome to reality I guess. It makes me realize what a good catch Michael was - but I'm not going there. Yes, Kiwi is going to try and do the right thing for once. I will miss Michael, he was very good to me. I will also miss all the wonderful dinners out and free drinks and always having something to do. Oh well, I will be bored, sober, and skinnier ... not such a bad thing. Okay, gotta go so I can get some work done, get out of here, and go do laundry. Ah yes, it is a glamourous life I lead. I have no clean socks for the gym next week. I had to recycle a pair yesterday (yuck). 14:18:01 - 2000-08-20 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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