I am on the cover. Above the fold. And it looks like I'm naked.

Apparently, I get more action on the way home than most people do in a month. This is what most people's opinions are. I believe that this is not true. But I did have a boy moaning my name last night. So you decide.

Things are going very well with the Muny Boy. Last night was fantastic. Monday night though, Temporary Boyfriend texted me. He apologized for disappearing. He told me he was depressed and wanted to talk to me. I told him that anytime he wanted to talk that he should just call. But I believe that he knows that we are not dating. Thats good.

My photo comes out Friday in the Vital Voice. I will be posting the pics when I get them. I still have not seen them. So excited and still very amused.

I had the flu over the weekend. That sucked. The medicine that I got made it seem like the fan was spinning when it wasn't even on. I feel way better now.

Anyway. Time for rehearsal. Have fun.

Yes it is my birthday. Huzzah! I am having a great day so far.

We got up. Had some mimosas with lunch. Went shopping for books. Talked to the hot boy at the bookstore. Got a manicure/pedicure. So far, awesome.

Thats not all. Currently, Temporary Boyfriend is so out. Pissed me off too much. I have spent too many weekends worried about whether or not he would call me. So I found someone semi-new. If you can remember back to last summer when I talked about Muny Boy and how cute he was, then you are great. I met this boy last summer. He had a boyfriend but was super cute. He was in a movie with Allison Janey (from the West Wing and others). We flirted a lot and had a great summer but he went away.

Skip to Sunday. I am talking to the cops about a crazy lady at the coffee shop. He walks up and gives me a great big hug and asks if I'll have time for a smoke break with him. During our smoke break, he asks me if I want to go see a movie with some of his friends. I rush around and get to the movie five minutes late. He has already bought my ticket and is very excited. After the movie, he asks if I want to go walking around the Loop with his friends. So we walk around and he invites me to his apartment. One thing led to another and "I've been waiting over a year for this to happen". He asked me to stay over. What we did was amazing. Toe-curling. It was incredible. Sweaty. Intense. One of my top three. It was necessary. And I felt bad after. I felt bad because I really do still like Temporary Boyfriend.

Since then though, Temporary Boyfriend has pissed me off again because he was lame last night. I told him that I would be going to the bars on my birthday. I could not hang out with him because he is not 21. He did not call me. He sent me a lame text message. So glad that I have someone who actually wants to do things with me. Otherwise, I would not be having such a good day.

All in all, I am thinking about me. That is what I need to do.

Tonight, I am going to Novak's. Jim told me that he was getting me a banner and some balloons and stuff. Kareoke. Alcohol. Fun stuff. People. I'm happy.

This is what you've been waiting for. Finally a post.

Temporary Boyfriend. He came over for Armageddon and we had a great time. Making out. Talking. Eating way too much Tipsy Melon. We decided to be Temporary until he goes back to college. Doesn't this sound wonderful? It would if I had talked to him since he left the Day After Armageddon. At the risk of sounding stalkerish, I have called him once and sent him six text messages all with no response. This is the twenty year old. He told me that I was impossibly nice. Way nicer than any other boy he had dated. I don't understand and it is driving me crazy.

Tipsy Melon. We are still cleaning up from the aftermath of Tipsy Melon. I think Tipsy Melon needs to be an outdoor activity. We had three Tipsy Melons this year. Way more than ever before. I was also way more sober than any other year. I can't explain that. I kept eating and eating. I had to shut myself off when I started feeling the effects of too much sugar.

Swim Trunk. I had my photo shoot to see me in my swim suit. Talk about crazy. The photographer took me to Union Station to the fountain. At first, I was just sitting on the side. Then he asked me to get in. Then he asked me to straddle the cement fish. I was getting sprayed in the face as he kept asking me to lean back further. I was soaking wet and he had to fix my hair. Then he asked me to change into my other trunks. I was in the middle of a lot of people. Not to object, I changed in my car with an old man looking in my direction (creepy). Then he had me standing on a ledge fifteen feet above the ground on hot stone (and I'm afraid of heights). All in all. Completely hysterical. I found it to be ridiculous that I was even doing this.

The Bitch. For those readers that have been around for awhile, I ran into The Bitch again. He walked up behind me as I was entering Novaks. It had been a terrible night anyway. He told me I looked good and had lost weight and that he wanted my smile. I told him he looked the same and paisley is so not in fashion (ever!). And since no one knows who this is (because I have lost all my readers since I haven't posted forever), I will explain briefly. Huge crush on him in college. Hurt my feelings. Big bitch. Didn't ever want to see him again. Now he might be moving to St. Louis.

Sorry its been so long. I have been ridiculously busy. I can't get anything done. I'll try to post more often.