details, unrelated to the plot of my life.

Mum and I watched "Tristan and Isolde" today -- not the opera, but the movie with James Franco and Sophia Myles that came out a few years ago. (It was pretty good I guess, but probably not the kind of film I need to be watching right now.) And she said something about the name Tristan meaning 'sad' and then I thought I'd look up Jay and see what his name means because I never had before and it seems like something you should know about someone who matters that much, right? Or at least, something I should know because I care about things like that. And the answer? Nothing much.

Something about that is disturbingly gratifying.

Unexpectedly Harrowing Text Messages, Part III

I believe we left off with Jay wanting to see me and me freaking out, right? So. I'll pick up from there. ( The fun never stops! )

And now I'm back in Westwood and my phone is charging and the ball is once again in my court, but all I want to do is ignore it and watch House. Oh, god. I'll keep updating -- for those of you who have expressed interest, and just to try and sort myself out through setting it down.

eta;; ( So then I said... )