The More You Ruv Someone - Avenue Q

(Note: these lyrics are not wine-related. They are connected to my thinking about last night and talking to the boy today, which I was surprised by, given that I drunk im'ed and then drunk dialed him and then drunk im'ed him again and said a few stupid and nasty things.

He wasn't blowing me off so much as we had misunderstood each other. I thought he was going to phone me from work since he had lost his cell phone but he was expecting me to phone him when I finished work and, failing that, to im him when I got home since I don't have a set time that I finish work by, just a general idea.

I've left the ball in his court about getting together. He says he does want to see me but doesn't want it to be forced or contrived. And he doesn't want there to be any yelling involved. I don't want there to be any yelling either. My stupidity last night aside, I'm not so much angry with him as I am just hurt and confused about the situation. I told him as much when I talked to him earlier. Knowing his schedule, I'm guessing/hoping that we'll get together sometime early next week.

In the meantime, Videoport has become my new boyfriend. I've rented SO many movies over the past couple of weeks and am well on my way to watching David Lynch's entire oeuvre. I'd only ever seen Dune and Mulholland Drive. I watched Blue Velvet Wednesday night and rented Lost Highway tonight but haven't watched it yet. I also rented the first episode of Ric Burns' documentary on New York. Pretty good. I'm sure the other five will live up to this one.)

Kate Monster:
Why can’t people get along and love each other, Christmas Eve?

Christmas Eve:
You think getting along same as loving?
Sometimes love right where you hating most, Kate Monster.

Kate Monster:
Huh?

Christmas Eve:
The more you ruv someone,
The more you want to kill ‘em.
The more you ruv someone,
The more he make you cry

Though you are try
For making peace
With them and loving,
That’s why you ruv so strong
You like to make him die!

The more you ruv someone,
The more he make you crazy.
The more you ruv someone,
The more you wishing him dead!

Sometime you look at him
And only see fat and lazy,
And wanting baseball bat
For hitting him on his head!

Ruv

Kate Monster:
Love

Christmas Eve:
And hate

Kate Monster:
And hate

Christmas Eve:
They like two brothers

Kate Monster:
Brothers

Christmas Eve:
Who go on a date

Kate Monster:
Who....what?

Christmas Eve:
Where one of them goes,
Other one follows
You inviting ruv
He also bringing sorrows

Kate Monster:
Ah, yes.

Christmas Eve:
The more you ruv someone,
The more you want to kill ‘em.
Ruving and killing
Fit like hand in glove!

Kate Monster:
Hand in glove.

Christmas Eve:
So if there someone
You are wanting so
To kill ‘em.
You go and find him.
And you get him.
And you no kill him.
‘Cause chances good

Both:
He is your love.