Tuesday, May 30, 2006

It's Called a Crush Because You Can't Breathe

He wants to "talk." I want to "puke."

Here we go again.

8 comments:

Joshua said...

You hang in there Cuppie. Go listen to "Long Island" by that Dog. She also has a crush ( in the song).

Cupcake said...

I managed to avoid the inevitable by running away today. Now, this might seem like a cowardly and immature reaction, but the thing is, I just don't trust myself not to behave like a crazy person in this situation. So in the old fight vs. flight debate, where in this case "fight" is understood to mean "stay and puke" and "flight" is understood to mean "run away and live to puke another day", I think we can all agree that I made the right decision.

Cupcake said...

Also, it is wholly possible that by the time the Fresh Direct delivery guy arrived I was drinking shiraz cut with seltzer from a pint glass.

Anonymous said...

I'm new to your blog-- what's making you feel like puking?

LaHipster said...

Christ, Nance, something else is making you puke?

Cupcake said...

I had a crush. And the crush went crash. And it doesn't really seem prudent to discuss on my blog even though the crush is a co-worker and if my co-workers find this blog I'm screwed seven different ways from Sunday anyhow.

But thanks for joining us, Anonymous! Nothing but good times, here at the Cupcake Mafia.

Lord of the Barnyard said...

i always thought it was a crush cause you couldn't breathe, but, you know, in a good way.
now you might have ruined a perfectly good word for me. sheesh.

a girl like me said...

Commendations on decision of flight vs. stay and puke.

I say that is a good choice!