Kicking Pigeons is stuck in my head.
That one skater kid (the one who kissed me on Snuff's birthday) messaged me last night in the wee hours of morning.
He never responded after the initial, "What's good?"
My assumption; he was drunk...
Because everyone I know is either a pothead or an alcoholic, and for some reason I'm always the recipient of drunk texts asking for nudes.
Some random ex of mine started talking to me again...he's still boring.
He was the actor with daddy issues that I dated back in high school.
We stopped talking for awhile when I started being a bitch to every guy who liked me, since I'm easily annoyed.
Is it strange that I'm friends with a lot of my exes?
Most of those relationships were due to the loneliness of both parties, and ended due to realizations that we were more comfortable as friends.
The Jester is a good example of that, although we were already friends before we tried to date and aside from the fact that he was in extremely unrequited love with Catwoman.
Their relationship is the definition of "friend-zone"
Still is...
I'm just glad he finally got over it, now if only I could find a gothic, physics major, gamer girl for him to date.
One of my favorite Swedish bloggers told me something quite inspiring about believing in myself yesterday.
She and her friends are so nice...
That's what I do with my days; I talk to bloggers from Sweden, Germany, and Australia.
But she was very right, a person has an unlimited potential if only they choose to use it.
Also, sometimes I speak to so many people who don't speak English as a first language, that I actually start to phrase my words funny.
Like the way I construct my syntax is a little strange, I don't know how to explain it...
Ahhh, nevermind.
*sigh*
I hardly make sense some days.
Funny thing is a lot of Europeans know English better than most Americans.
That's not really funny...more like terribly sad.
I was totally wrong about Skater Boy, just so everyone knows...he was just wondering how I am.
I guess that makes sense since we actually did used to chill everyday in the morning and one 420 (I think) I gave him a pinner that my mom rolled.
*laugh*
I feel judgmental now.
He says he'd rather be drinking; Hell, me too.
We should hit Sinbad's sometime is what he suggests.
I guess I'm down, it's still my favorite hookah bar and it always reminds me of that one summer when all I did was chill with Snuff or Satan.
I think I wanna get my life back now, I've just about finished with all this "hermitage shit"
I've figured out who I am, what I want, reaffirmed my beliefs...it might be time to become a functioning part of society.
Sinbad's on Saturday? Like fursure if I didn't live in bumfucked middle of nowhere...
I know I'm making fun, but I hate it here.
Excited to finally be moving back to civilization.
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