Where is My Secret Agent Lover Man???

I highly suggest everyone go out and read weetzie bat. Tis one of the cutest/nicest/made-me-smile/feel-good books around. And in other reading news I finished The Da Vinci Code. Aiee was that book great. I know I asked before for book suggestions but was brilliant and didn't write them down. Any new ideas?

Hung out with Karen today. Good times abounded. We took a nice ole road trip to the airport. And enjoyed the ride home with the windows down, sunroof up, and Alanis Morissette blaring. Brought us back to the good ole high school days. We also each acquired new holes in our ears. Tee hee. That sounds strange. We also bought the grossest slushies ever and attempted to spice them up with rum. Ha ha.

It's funny how differently we talk and act around certain people. As much as we fail to notice half the time I'm sure everyone does it. But it tends to unnerve me. I mean if I act differently around different people, who is the 'real' me? Or is 'real' me just a compilation of all the different me's? Like there are only certain people I'd skip around a soccer field with, or sing alanis morissette at the top of my lungs with, or cry infront of, or sit for hours doing nothing with and still have a blast with. And what if I want to breach that? To move one person into to a different 'category'. You know what I think. I think I think too damn much.

Bollocks I'm sweaty (yes bollocks was said in an English accent). It's a hot night out (it's finally decided to be summer) and my big cat is sleeping on my legs.

* song of the moment: The Everly Brothers - All I Have To Do Is Dream *