God damn it, I thought I'd killed that part of my brain off already

[wombat_socho]

Being an impulsive retard, I had ordered a dozen roses for delivery today with the intention of giving them to someone I've been seeing occasionally these last few months. Unfortunately for me, she was busy with kids tonight, so I was basically stuck with a dozen mixed red & yellow roses.

As it happened, Marketing Girl was in somewhat of a funk this week (I think she got the same uninspiring news everybody in Accounting got: thanks for busting your ass, but no raise of any significance, kthxbye, get back to work) and I noticed nobody had sent her flowers at work. So I gave her mine. Why not? It cheered her up, she thanked me profusely, and it was all good. Otherwise I would have had to take the damn things home and look up how to make rose hip tea on the interbutts.

So tell me, Internets, how exactly do I go about driving a stake through the heart of the White Knight center in my brain?* It's going to get me in trouble again one of these days if I don't, I just know it.

In other news, I took advantage of my state tax refund arriving to pony up for a 90-day EVE card. BoB is collapsing and I want a seat on the r***train.

*I'm also going to cut its head off and burn the sumbitch. This is no time for half measures.

Comments

Say it with flowers ...

[materia-indigo.livejournal.com]

Next time have them delivered to her workplace. This is a romantic move that generally works really well, as she gets to feel like she has an admirer and be the envy of her co-workers.

Re: Say it with flowers ...

[wombat-socho.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I probably should have, but since I ordered the flowers through work to help out one of the Beltsville crew who's on long-term disability, it wasn't an option.