Some Things Suck

The subject matter might belie the title of this post...but I'll get around to how things suck. Yesterday afternoon, I logged onto myspace. This is not something I do very often, I really only set up a MS page to look at Stephen McCloud's pictures. But anyway, I logged on and saw that I had a message. I figured it was from Stephen - he's the only one that sends me myspace emails - but it wasn't. The subject line of this email was "Jeremy from 1999". While the computer was opening the message, I was mentally going through all the guys I've known (and remembered), I was hoping it wasn't the Jeremy that used to live down the street from me. I can't imagine he's very good looking these days (picture the guy that lives in his parents' basement...that's a Trekkie). Well...there staring back at me was the face of a Jeremy I haven't seen in 7 years. The Jeremy that I worked at Ingles with, who was - and is - painfully hot, but not in that conceited way. Down to earth, nice, shy, and HOT. So, ok...I've got this email here from this Jeremy, oh my. The first line of the email goes something like this, "Wow, I hope you remember me, I've been looking for you for like....seven years." Oh shit...that's right...the last time I saw him was in the doorway of mine and Ben's first apartment. He lived in the same complex as me, and saw me carrying in laundry that night. We talked, and then a few minutes later he's knocking on my door. Needless to say, he was shocked to find Ben there and he didn't even really get in the door before he excused himself. [Now, be patient...I'm getting to the sucking part] I was so shocked to hear from him, and find him just as HOT as he was 7 years ago...I got a bad case of the giggles, and kept saying, "I just can't believe this!!!"
The reason this situation sucks so bad is this: he hasn't seen me in 7 years. Ya'll know I don't look like I did the last time he saw me. I am blown away by the potention in this situation: for all kinds of things (love, a reason to get on the treadmill, even a really good new friend); but good grief, he can't see me like this!!! So, I've made a decision that I'm going to do something about it. I want to see him, and I kinda want to know what it would be like to kiss him...cause I've always wanted to. For seven years. Not consciously, but now that its dangling before my face like a carrot on a string, I remember that I'd always wanted to 7 years ago. Even that night at my apartment, in the stairwell. And that makes me wonder...if he had, what would have happened? Where would I be now? That's why some things suck, because you can't turn off your brain...and you can't make it stop.
Something else that really sucks is: when the guy upstairs takes a shower, the "runoff" bubbles up in my kitchen sink. I have had Ray ass-water in my sink!!!!! Gross...