This post has nothing to do with the Lion King, except for a passing reference that is on my mind. Think about the Lion King (if you even liked the Lion King. If you didn’t, stop reading this right now. What kind of human doesn’t like the Lion King? Unless. They’re. Not. Human.)
I have a new crush.
She’s a girl.
This has a tendency to happen to me when I switch working locations (though, strangely enough, not at my last job. That I can remember. So if I can’t remember, it wasn’t much of a crush, was it?), and voila, after quitting my job (which I want to quit again…but that’s another blog), here we are again, on the eve of something beautiful, some…wheeere…over the raiiinboooowwww…
new crush new crush falalalalala
She’s not ugly. She’s not Halle Berry, but she’s not ugly. Above average would be the grade I’d give. I don’t really have a type, to be fair, on either side of the divide.
What IS beautiful though, is her mind. I can’t get enough of it. I could sit and listen to her all day (and she’s a talker, lemme teeeell you). But I keep acting stupid around her.
You know that thing that people do when they have crushes? An average conversation goes like this.
tSN: Omg X is so dumb.
tSN: I mean..not duuuuumb, like, dumb…but like…so smart it’s dumb, you know?
C: I don’t think so.
tSN: I think whatever you think. wipes drool
tSN: Nothing. Great weather, right?
tSN: I mean, not great like GREEEEAT…
…and so on and so forth. I second guess myself constantly. And it’s making me feel dumb.
I mean, not duuuuuumb, like, DUMB…