Come Come

Today I was pleased to
laugh a considerable
amount with the lovely
people I love, and I wish
very much to be able to have such 
slap-happy fun every day.

And you got really close
to me today,
even if just for
computering purposes
and I think I blushed hardcore
and I hope nobody noticed.

You were all sprawled on the floor
and I felt really bad because
I was all pessimist bureaucracy
blah blah blah.

But later we all laughed
it was nice,
and I don't even know
but I hope I wasn't being
flirty in any way 
(I know as much about
flirting as I know about
astrophysics.)
but I felt like maybe
it was flirting
and now I feel
dangerous and
weird.
But it probably wasn't 
but my teenage girl
mind agonizes over
every detail of everything.
But you laughed and smiled 
cute and blah blah blah.

But it was nice
and all was good.

But now I'm spending my
Friday night alone
watching tv and being
boring.