According to Acacia, apparently.
We were sitting on the bus discussing things, and one of them was a performance we're doing. Acacia's playing the part of a nice girl who can't get a date, and she said the role fit her perfectly.
I said, "What, so you want a boyfriend now?"
"Well..."
"What the hell d'you want a boyfriend for?! They're a waste of--"
"What're you talking about? You have one."
"Oh. Right." (So Stefan's my boyfriend now? What?)
Discussion went on and somehow I managed to put something in about Stefan being the very bestest, IMHFO, and Acacia saying I need help and me saying oy vey and so forth.
But if Acacia says so in a serious manner, then... damn. I guess we're an item, then...
Koooaaaiii...
Seriously. It scares me. Me, who has been boyfriendless since--well, technically since forever! Me, who's got her self-control at maximum usage 24/7! Me, who is so evidently unattractive that most sane people wouldn't go near me romantically even when armed with a cattle prod! Me, who writes gay porn!
Me, who has... a boyfriend...
Well, later. Got some serious fantasizing to do now. See ya.
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