i kissed annie mitchell again last night. i didn't want to. i reminded myself as i walked out the door (okay, as i put the wine away at home) that i was not going to make out with annie mitchell. but i totally did.

i couldn't help it! we were sprawled out on the theater floor, in the church of dance on that delicious sprung wood, we had dramatic theatrical lighting boxing us in, protecting us, keeping us warm, and we were wasted. well, i was. i don't know about the irish girl, maybe she's not such a lightweight as i am.

we kissed and yay for breasts and all of that, and then i had to go and i meant it but her watch was showing through a hole in her sweater and it was way hot and so we kissed again, all tangled on the floor, and then we really got up to go.

then we talked about therapy, issues. why don't you want to be in a relationship, rebecca? please.