Taken a blogging break because nothing exciting has happened. My long weekend was pretty stanky. I went over to Jon's and he was miserable and cranky because he hadn't been feeling well since the concert. We went shopping downtown and watched a bit of Caribana from the car. Saturday night we came to my place for dinner and then back to his house. Sunday I convinced him to go to E.R. and it turns out he has toncillitis (sp?). After trying to blame everyone that he could possibly blame and developing every symptom you could possibly develop, he has turned into the biggest suck. Get a man ill and he loses all masculinity. I brought him to my place on Sunday to tend to him, and for those who know me, I'm no Florence Nightingale. I am ready to slaughter him. My patience for high-drama is wearing thin. To watch him, one would think that he is on his deathbed.

And to coincide with my frustration with Jon, Joey called. *Insert omnious music here*. I spent my weekend deconstructing my relationship with Joey. My conclusion is that I know that the perfect guy doesn't exist, but physically Joey is my perfect guy. Open his gorgeous mouth, and the illusion of perfection is shattered. The thing that bothers me the most is his lack of ambition or direction. But you've all heard me gush, he's so so so gorgeous. I think I'm just shocked that he's interested, that he asked for my number, that he thinks I'm gorgeous, because I just feel that he's so out of my league. He's stunning, movie star good looking, and he likes me. It's like the person that you see in the bar that you don't even bother try for because you obviously don't stand a chance, but then... Wow.